I’m gonna be tired in the morning.I don’t care; I don’t care.The fucking fireworks poppin’ like goddamned clockwork,regular:spring-fed:grindin’:gratin’finished Gone Home, ‘n listened to some Modest Mouse,makes me think of highschool. Summer here’s only got hints of Arkansas,but i still get lost in ’em.Drivin’ home, cross from Iowa to Illinois,crossin’ the floodin’ Mississippi.Hints of Arkansas, that …
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Sometimes I think God chants silently at night in the hopes that we are real. (2014)
In these past few days I’ve had more people in my bed. They’re sleeping. You’re happy, you’re happy with this. You’ve got those old home creaks in your deep breath sleep, that pilot light click and old pipe rattle, that old floor-board stretch and sigh and… That Mississippi flow, that arterial… Hold that timber in …
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Some things you don’t talk about, but really, why is that? (2013)
Senior year, among a great many other things,I spent in a sophomore level history class.Credits didn’t transfer state to state, or something like that.Generation gaps don’t need as many years in highschool,And I had no idea what was up with these little kids in class around me.I’m a senior; I don’t talk to anyone but …
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Smokin’ (2013)
Smoking isn’t a good habit,but like every habit, it has it’s culture. A homeless 16 year old –was a seventeen year old once, and a fifteen year old after that–seemed like her age was just always just another fiction.smokes hand rolled,–“I asked my mom for help,–she sent me rolling papers.”another time, I hear she’s chewin’ …
Sleep (2014)
Dead-daydreams beat dusty drums.I should be sleeping, –sleeping. I used to dream of this great house,built around this great tree,with doors in every room to this courtyard,where I could sprawl beneath its shade,I used to dream– –sleeping. I used to write poems to dreams,but they left, one by …
Sequoia Bark (2014)
You probably can’t tell just from lookingbut I’ve got sequoia bark covering the heart-wood of me– flame resistant time-grown armor. years and years ago,him with his holiday belly,he had lighter-flint-fingers, always trying to light some spark in me,he was honor-bound, friend of the family,highly/Highly/HIGHLY recommended. I’ve had a lot of time since,a lot of time …
Service (2015)
I ask a table, “Can I get you any coffee?”No one looks at me,lights are going down.One man says, “no thanks.”I start walking away,only to hear them start to yell,“Hey! We want some coffee!”“YEAH! You’ve got to ask, you can’t just sashay past!” *Sassmaster 2,000 armed*lights are going down.vigorous pointing at empty coffee cups. *fucks …
Rolling Thunder (2014)
Thunder is the sound of the world recovering from void,of absence being filled with whatever is around. Pretty much always air, yep. and how much do you see yep in poetry? does that make it advanced guard, or is …
Pillow Talk (2014)
‘round the end of summer,can’t help but get that: “did you fall for me or did the seasons change”sort of flip to my step. but that’s gettin’ a tad ahead of myself.I asked her what kind of poem she wanted,‘n she said one about pillows,‘n I asked if she was sure,‘n …
Org. Latin: To Languish in Apathy (2015)
there is a window,and on it you have written your dreams– in dry–erasein the night, i come,rearranging letters and symbols,so when you wake, you read: a hundred reasons i don’t a thousand i won’t a million reasons …
