I refuse to talk, like when I was a little kid in the principle’s office slamming my head over and over against the drywall, feeling my teeth rattle with everything I couldn’t seem to make them understand.
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Untitled #84 (2015)
ain’t quite sure when my echo started callin’ me darlin’,just like I can’t remember when the saturation got muted,or when it all started hazin’ out like weighted rain. there ain’t a flavor I’ve spit out in years,but I ain’t been much for the savor either. ‘n it’s been years since I been more than pricked …
Untitled #85 (2015)
Lived a long(*) life,got long while yet to go,ain’t ever met a tree,that didn’t have some reasonfor the bark. ain’t a need for apologizin’,what the world taught you to carry. *Strain, Dipple, et al.: Ha, that’s hardly true!You need to show your sources Mr. Kennedy.
Untitled #711 (2014)
ladies and gentlemen,I will be your tutor tonight.do not mind the whiskey on my breath,and let’s all take a quick smoke break to start us off right. But first, let’s talk about poetry while I clean my pipe.Do you have trouble getting into the meat of a poem? jesus this Stem just won’t come off!the …
Untitled #712 (2014)
Tonight is one of those rare nights when I feel sexy.I shouldn’t,and where anyone here but me,I wouldn’t,unwashed from yesterday,I smell,and I’m covered in who knows what,but I look at my reflection in the window,and I like what I see. I’m proud.
Untitled #705 (2014)
There’s a woman at my work.There are always women at work.‘n there was that question, “What does sexually active even mean”,‘n I think, I think I’ve got the answer:sexually active is the understanding that while you want to see everything naked,you have no right.it ain’t a great answer,but there’s always that woman at work,maybe that …
Untitled #706 (2014)
There’s smoke/s/ in my pocket, and she’s |just like| the other girls, complex and wonderful, and(, and, and) a delight to be trusted to touch. and you’re /damned right it’s going to be a cold winter, but she’s warm and writhing with that passion undulation, and she looks at …
Untitled #708 (2014)
I have been handed a note: If you would like to live, like the royals of old, you must remember, do as you’re told. poems are for poets, as it should be, stay away from this contest, …
Untitled #710 (2014)
she tasted like that myth of the open road,‘n she was inked with nostalgia. ‘n she loved my work, so I loved her too.
Untitled #699 (2014)
I’ve got more gain than game going,but it’s fun,just fun,for the fun of it. I don’t miss sex (I do, but it’s beside the point; something I can deal with),I miss the intimates of when we used to cook together,of long nights talking about nothing of importance,and being irresponsible. There’s no hookup that can 100% …
