I know we don’t know each other that well,not at all even,but believe me when I say I know that blood-curdle-cry you’ve been smearing yourself with. I know a thing or two about self-hate.I know that when every criticism I had sprung up and with southern drawl lashed out,“don’t it just suck, don’t it just …
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First-salvo-blast (2013)
you?you’ve got slave-fingers,tip-tappin’ away,just a voice,you say,just a voice behind a keyboard. sometimes you read to me,poetry read aloud, breathless and sloppy.you keep the beat to your footsteps,goin’ on ‘n on ’bout your misteps. I got rage,‘n I got fire,but you, you’ve got this dehydrated desire. distractions?distractions are pop-guns ‘n fire crackers,you?you’ve got atom bombs …
“fist-i-cuffs” (2013)
I knew a guy,he called ‘em “fist-i-cuffs”,walkin’ around shadow-boxin’ dynamite.It’s a special kind of someone,that walks to an edge,and tries to fight it. Hell, what do I know about fights anyway,the one I was in, kid gave me a black eye,and a bunch of older kids held him down so I could punch back–I walked …
Floodwaters (2013)
Years back, years ‘n years back,–we watched thunder storms on the porch, sky green Kansas plains thunderstorms, freight-train winds ‘n billowin’ wall clouds grand-parent tales of the great flood of ’51, water risin’.–mist blowin’ through the screens, smell, the smell of rain.water risin’. writh-wrigglin’ through a chained up fence,pushin’ up on the other side of …
fireworks (2014)
I’m gettin’ this rage-thumpin’ beatin’ in my fingertips, my heart’s doin’ it’s best to beat down the walls of me.tread real careful, and you might hear the thunder. this ain’t a warnin’ ‘cause you won’t take it. rain-drops splatterin’, lightnin’ …
Fancy a dance in these fancy pants with little to no resale value? (2014)
there is nothing like the pre-dawn quiet, when you can hear the approaching winter. and the pictures I finally looked at,but another’s muse holds no sway,‘n that’s not to say that my muse will stay,from day to dream-drunk day.Today, …
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Ferguson (2014)
I want to write beautiful words about this,so that everyone knows about this,but maybe I ain’t skilled enough for this,or maybe there’s nothin’ beautiful about this. either way, I ain’t stoppin’ with this. ‘n maybe my words ain’t right for this,but it don’t mean we can’t talk about this,dear god, talk about this,don’t forget this.
Faith Ragged Hymn (2013)
saw Jesus yesterday,took a few tokes ‘n had some jokes,told me he was doin’ fine,‘n I told him me ‘n mine. in order to make up a college term paper, I read The Children of Abraham in two four hour sittings. F. E. Peters droned dregs of knowledge in my ears, while I tossed …
Fallopian (2014)
Warble.
Every poem ever about a now ended relationship (2014)
self-indulgence that will probably help the poet feel better until actual healing kicks in. Probably flavored with lies.
