I dreamed about you this morning.Knowing I’m a young man of my age,it shouldn’t surprise you the context. But I’m not so good at pulling back from that intimate,probably why I stay away. i’ve got this highway ache comin’ on, this travel …
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Her in the Mississippi (2014)
Wood hands and gravel voice, how I see myself,but it ain’t the truth of them. I got this vision,Husky and me in chest deep snow,me and candle-light and this house I built, but it ain’t, it ain’t… and I get these pictures in my email, and they ain’t …
Half-Truths, Love Songs, and Tommygun Tunes (2014)
Dear you that I do not, may not ever, have not known,I love you.That that isn’t some facitious facsimile about peace and world love,my love is sloshing over in this tumbler as I animatedly swing my arms to illustrate my drunken stories,my love is the condensation on concrete basement walls in old night whispering homes,my …
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*had* a love of my life (2013)
in highschool, I had a love of my life. she was a poet, an artist, a gaea soaked athena, and she walked everywhere in sunlight. we fought like sea gales, and fucked like hurricanes, like summer days, like winter, …
Grain Elevators (2013)
We’ve got hundred-proof blood, you and me,Ain’t nothin’ gonna dilute us. Hundred-proof, fire-breathing, Growing up, driving through Kansas,don’t see a lot of sky-line,But they got these grain-elevators.Ten-story concrete cylinders,and on dry days when the chaff is thick,takes just a single spark to send the whole thing up in smoke,concrete takes a lot of pressure to …
Glossy Shine (2013)
must have been sixth grade,this kid T.J. or Tyler–sixth grade I thought about making everyone call me Thomas,–just going by Tom for the rest of my life.he showed me his mother’s Victoria’s Secret catalogue.thick-paged, glossy shine, woman after woman,him pointing his finger at his favorites. he was blonde, but broader built than the boy …
For the Love: (2013)
Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes held my hand,before I understood the understanding of philosophy,before I learned to not piss my bed. Anthony’s Xanth was my first introduction to the “adult” world,when teachers read us Charlettes Web (beautiful) and Sounder (depressing)when I’d never escaped into a world before. The Eddings’ Pawns of Prophecy is still read to …
“fist-i-cuffs” (2013)
I knew a guy,he called ‘em “fist-i-cuffs”,walkin’ around shadow-boxin’ dynamite.It’s a special kind of someone,that walks to an edge,and tries to fight it. Hell, what do I know about fights anyway,the one I was in, kid gave me a black eye,and a bunch of older kids held him down so I could punch back–I walked …
Floodwaters (2013)
Years back, years ‘n years back,–we watched thunder storms on the porch, sky green Kansas plains thunderstorms, freight-train winds ‘n billowin’ wall clouds grand-parent tales of the great flood of ’51, water risin’.–mist blowin’ through the screens, smell, the smell of rain.water risin’. writh-wrigglin’ through a chained up fence,pushin’ up on the other side of …
Fancy a dance in these fancy pants with little to no resale value? (2014)
there is nothing like the pre-dawn quiet, when you can hear the approaching winter. and the pictures I finally looked at,but another’s muse holds no sway,‘n that’s not to say that my muse will stay,from day to dream-drunk day.Today, …
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