Here in this midwest,we got this mold cling sort of rot to us,this aging death.And love, you ‘n I, we got it.It’s all just click clackin’ away towards– –the big hand ‘n the little hand facin’ up at us, judgin’ for all the ____ we missed.‘n those lips,‘n those lips.
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Untitled #505 (2014)
There is a gay man I don’t want in my bed,which doesn’t leave me much room, but the snow is falling, and you are calling.I told you on that balcony,I’m gonna be, gonna be, slutty,I don’t want commitments.
Untitled #507 (2014)
You ran over my toe. _ah fuck, ah shit, ah damn, ah fuckin-shit-damn_ You ran over my toe.Damn that hurt.
Untitled #501 (2014)
This is a poem.Yep.
Untitled #502 (2014)
low flung clouds have gone and chopped of the top of the mount,and here I am,here I am still climb, climb, climbin’ away,but the sunset, it looks so beautiful from here,orange and yellow heaven-held beams etching themselves. But the sunset. But the sunset. Love, …
Untitled #498 (2014)
Wakin’ up with them head-spins,wretch-chuggin’ water from the tap,shower-churned and just hopin’ just hopin’ it all stays down.Paste ‘n mouthwash ‘n a little more mouthwash.it ain’t, it ain’t congruent. there’s this …
Untitled #499 (2014)
Give me time,listen to the drum-beat-silence.
Untitled #50 (2015)
Poetry is looking at a blank page and having no idea what the fuck you’re going to say; it’s that feeling of a vast world that deserves attention from those far more talented than you, but they are silent, and you are here.
Untitled #494 (2014)
I was going to write you a love poem,<br/> but I’ve fallen in love before,<br/> and I’ve fallen out of love before,<br/> So I’ll just enjoy your company. — for what it is, for what it is.
Untitled #496 (2014)
you’ve never smoked a cigarette after a sleepless night, watching the mist creep back into the trees. watching the haze slowly evaporate, to reveal nothing more. you’ve never stared tired and aching out a window into California mountains, gray skies and muffled blankets of snow, …
