sit down, kid,have a cigar.built this country on tobacco, kid,ain’t nothin’ more American. Now tell me kid, what’s the problem? wait, pour yourself some Jack,have a sip.don’t that remind you of somethin’? takes me back to those days in that house on Kendell, you remember that, screened porch, that steep hill in the front yard, …
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Lessons in Love (2013)
It ain’t that “love” is a dirty word,Ain’t that it don’t mean nothin’,Ain’t that you should stop lookin’. I don’t regret none of what my love’s taught me. That first time,Des-per-ate, sloppy,She put up with my drool slidin’ down her lips.She was my first kiss,Passion sloshin’ over the edge,Never saw her naked,Knew I loved her …
It’s Not You (2014)
Isn’t my fleeting attention fickle,though for all the attempts,for all the ails and artifice,she’s yet to do more than nod,‘n maybe that’s just the way she is,maybe that’s just the flow of her,but I tried, ma’am,I reached and wrote from the rote,but we still ain’t had much,much more than the meet and greet. …
Jack London (2015)
I used to write you the best poems.It was enoughto leave them wrapped and folded where you would see.I’ve always loved making you smile– It’s easy to get distracted.So easy,but I think I’m learning.Each slip is shorter than the lasteach short slipped slightly less. Learned so much these last years.Only hope same’s said of you.I …
it’s more than I could ever say. (2013)
You want part ‘n parceled truth,ain’t that, ain’t that the truth of it? You’ve got these deep hungers for somethin’but it’s really more of a naggin’ gnaw,‘n you want me to compress, ‘n impress all of it on you.you ain’t got time to wait.Ain’t no one got time to wait,not even for learnin’. But I …
Infomercial (2014)
“Mr. Kennedy, what’s a poet?” I’m very glad you asked, Cindy, we’ve got a lot to talk about. See, that’s a rather complicated answer, and the answer starts very small, because, Cindy, a poet is someone who creates poetry. Do you know what poetry is, Cindy? “No, Mr. Kennedy.” The definition agreed upon by most …
Interlude #4: Watercolor 12 (2013)
Read From the Beginning? Drunk, I wake upon her couch, Her roommate and him bustle in, A frozen pizza and beer in hand, She beautiful and sensuous, He ugly, scarred, and coarse. He apologizes for the intrusion on my dreams, And again I drift. Tipsy, I wake upon her couch, He is pouring his fifth …
Illinios (2014)
I dream of thunderstorms. I dream in lightning-cracks and pit-pats. I dream in dark clouds speared by sunsets. I dream for licking winds slick with Mississippi waters. I dream for freight-train roars in green-sick skies. I dream for old home windows rattling their panes. I dream of thunderstorms, …
I’m lonely, but … (2013)
Relationships scare the shit out of me.Now you gotta realize,I’m talking from a perspective of perpetual failure.(Mind, not “oh, it’s not you, it’s me” levels of failure) There was that time I worked the guts to ask you out,Only to find out that night,Smug look on my face,That we were moving out of town in …
I’d like to see a sunrise. (2014)
I went west.I stood on the dock and watched the sun fold into itself and spread the dark, dark night.I’ve vices and virtues:bone aches and morning afters. She’s been up for three days,amphetamine for energy, painkillers for numb,and the opiates keep her from remembering she’s hungry.I do not want her in my house. When we …
