Untitled #557 (2014)

I am vast,atmosphere,escaping every moment.Forever remaking, renewing, expanding.I am vast.I am scenic vistas that people stare at in awed silence,I am incomprehensible tracts of land,I am the space between “I love you” and “I’m sorry.”In winters, I have swallowed families whole,                 forced to eat short-straw shanks cut from one another. We …

Untitled #551 (2014)

Before prom we played it risky in the park.I was too caught up in not staining the crotch of my rented tux,and we were out of condoms,but why let that stop you when there are vitamin water bottles around.Let it slide, let is slide just a little close, just, the just before,a little leak before …

Untitled #552 (2014)

Half the days I want a truck,it’s just to sleep in the bed,under the stars,after driving as far as I can until my eyes won’t anymore.                I suppose you can come too.

Untitled #553 (2014)

I’ve been boring lately,been a bit of a yawn. Don’t go out,don’t talk about anything new. So up and out of the blue,I text you,saying, oh what, what do you do,when you’re broke and tired too? You get that look, I assume, of one about to throw some clout.“Well, Stephen, you’re going about this entirely …

Untitled #549 (2014)

I’m tired darling.                so very, very tired of this. In the middle of the noise,I remember that it’s only been a few weeks since her last seizure,I remember all them folks and what I owe for my proofless knowledge,I remember leaving her to pain, because it scared me,I remember, I remember, I …

Untitled #55 (2015)

ohlookdonuts: found a snag in my silver lining that’s what i get for buying counterfeit dreams 2015-Rene but the counterfeit dreams,with their dead-drop diction,callin’ you, a-callin’ you to action. that silver-line snag,nothin’ but instructions, the combinations to the vault. beggin’, just beggin’,take me away.

Untitled #550 (2014)

Week yet ‘til payday.Been good, ‘n spent all my cash on bills and food.    but now the beer’s gone,    and the whiskey ain’t got much left.                                             that teeth-tug way you pulled away,                                            with that …

Untitled #547 (2014)

Black wall, clounds rolling.Shadow scampering over grass.                                                                            love                                I don’t,                            i do love you                        I don’t               …

Untitled #54 (2015)

I wish they’d taught me in school,that when all reason fades from people,when the course through conversation melts and sags to nothing,when I don’t understand… math will always stay.