On these worms,I’ve written the entirety of the English language. Please arrange them into sentences. I don’t care that they keep wriggling away.Do it anyway. Also, please use only this fan.Do not touch the worms.They do not like it. Now, tell me how you feel,no,with the worms.Only the worms.
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Winter Mornings (2014)
Snow ain’t quite thick yet,still got some time for the last of them chores,get those leaves up before they ruin the lawn.Grab them final few sticks from that wind-storm. I’m a bit jealous of them that can pull a room together, a little green of that aesthetic eye. I got these …
Woke Up This Morning. (2015)
God and Jesus are at a bar,flirtin’ with the best of ‘em. Course, Jesus’ got that younger appeal,‘n God’s gettin’ a little jealous,as masturbatory as it is for them Catholics to think it. So God up ‘n smacked Jesus clear to next tuesday,‘n ain’t it just like the kid,he lit up and called it cool.(Oh, …
woodland drag (2015)
i miss it,that whisper wind flippingthem pine needles and oaken boughs,carrying with it the mud slick scent of sparkling creeks, tinkling through night air.that moist cool air sucked nose-ward with each drag,and the curled billows of smoke mixed breath-steam. That nagging feeling that no matter how lost I am,this is the most beautiful place I’ve …
“Why I don’t write you haiku”, as written in haiku on a crumpled diner napkin. (2013)
This ain’t enough tosay anything like enough.You got me rough-shod.
Where I Stand (2013)
I am bitter,And I understand I shouldn’t be,But I am. What do I do from here?
Who the fuck filled my Tumblr with hate? You folks need to calm your happy asses down. (2013)
I ain’t over here tryin’ to be Bukowski,–ain’t put up with half the crap he did,–ain’t felt half the hate. That thick southern in those spoken word pieces,That’s an affectation I put on for the benefit of performance. In reality I talk the way that I write essays, and that’s my natural voice and cadence, …
When you’re in love, you’re in love with a person. I learned this the hard way. (2013)
I would have stood upon the mount and given her a wicker-weave-wedding-ring. That’s not exactly true. It was her grandmother’s engagement ring, and I had plans to conspire with her mother to get it re-sized for her fingers. She always said family was important to her. Smile like too-green-days, ‘n smell like spring-in-bloom. She was …
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Where I Sit. (2013)
I try to go to bed before 4,But you make it so god-damn easy.I hate you so damn much,For what you…That’s a lie,For what *we* took from me. You realize I still blame myself,For that miscarriage?
When I Go to Meet Moses (First Published in The Altar Collective Volume III) (2014)
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
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