Hey, my book comes out on Friday. The Barnes and Nobel edition might be a little late to the party considering how long the vendor account review process is taking, but I’ve already got the Amazon and the Tumblr editions ready and lusting for your attention. So much so that a few poems have gotten loose …
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Endless love don’t turn back time, it don’t, and I ain’t waitin’ ’till it does; There’s things that need doin’. (2013)
It ain’t that I want to be offensive,(I’m just sayin’ that cause I know I might be,and for whatever reason it’s more important that you like me,than you think I’m bein’ honest ‘bout this.)but what is it that some of them evangelicals go on about?“A personal relationship with Jesus Christ.”Or, ya know, God.Same thing, least …
Even more poetry facts: (2014)
Fact # 1: But really, in highschool I used to carry around this collection of poems, and if I could turn the subject in that direction, I’d show them off, and most people really enjoyed them, or seemed to, or were incredibly polite, or had no taste. But all I ever really wanted to do …
Event Horizon (2015)
the dead-lift dread drip starts, a-right about the moment you do.shift simmering half-past,I get this grave-gut-drop like event horizon,and baby, baby, you’re eatin’ all the light in here,and it’s been night for so long. so come on, steady that bead,hold that pulse,d o n ‘ t b r …
El Capitan (2013)
It won’t ever mean as much to you, as it does to me. as it does to me, slamming fist first into the wall of a shower stall, first floor men’s side MacLean dormitory, water dripping down my nose, lips, red fists I’m too cowardly to bleed. toes curling into the grout …
Embers are Stubborn Things (2013)
Taylor Mali has an awesome poem,I’m sure you’ve heard it,“Depression, too, is a kind of fire” The trick from getting there,From those cartoon blobs and shades of gray,Those sad sacks shilling Zoloft and Wellbutrin,Is a long chain of good-days. Those days when you’re out with friends,Having one too many,one too many times, again,When you pick …
Drunk bitchin’ (2013)
I’ve been watching gay porn for hours,there’s something beautiful about it. Last time I wore a dress I was drunk on pink lemonade flavored vodka,my best friend drinking her mixed drink from a five foot straw,shit seeming as alien as anything.But those shoes, those fucking shoes.I’ve never been much good in heels,but I’ll learn for …
dusty tuxedo and drab drummings on (2014)
lyrics start in battered couplets,dancers dance in threadbare doublets.reasons by the hundred for the not,with the snow on the ground, sneeze and snot.all the loves I’ve loved are paired and knotted,while I write tomes on old carpentry desk,references and traces cast to either side,mountains I dare not clear away. then there’s that candy store draw,the …
Don’t stop now, Kid. (2014)
let’s talk sound,let’s talk violent cacophony,let’s talk throttle, let’s talk fuck.Let’s talk with piston fists ‘n that one-two kiss,let’s be lightning strikes ‘n broken dikes ‘n let that adrenaline floodwater float you, let that American hue color you too,you’ve got those chantin’ tirades,you’ve got that bubblin’ rage,come on kid, come, come on, …
/drops sideways on window-panes/streetlights refracted in tiny universes/ (2015)
{I should probably be sleeping.}Parts of me would always have me sleeping.–I’ve learned not to listen;learning about it taught me its called ideation,and its dangerous. {I should probably be sleeping.}Early day tomorrow,manual labor;probably grab a Monster insteadfeel invincible for a whilebe able to do anything for a whileChatter, caffeinated, all my hopes and dreamsto anyone …
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