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Dear Tumblr, (2014)
reamsofnonsense: Just becauseyou format it like this, doesn’t make it a poem. Dear poet,if you don’t value formatting,then you don’t. But there is nothing that isn’t a poem.We poets are that unimportant.We poets are that important. and if you’ve never seen the meaning a little …
Dead-Beat (WIP long-form performance piece) (2015)
i’m tired, kidreckon you are too. seems like we been at this since before anything. ‘n there’s always the somebody, the reckless ‘n the wild, tellin’ us we ain’t enough, …
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Dear, Love Has Nothing To Do With It (2013)
I want to leave you bruised and sore and feeling wonderful about it.I want to take you, Bend you over, And make you swear you’ve seen god in the grain of the fake wood of this desk,I want to fill youBe you,Become such a part of you that we melt together for that endless fleeting …
Dandy(lions) (2013)
The greatest aspiration a tuft of dandelions can crave(Other than the complete and utter destruction of all smog producing industries [and paper companies {and anyone involved in deforestation}])is to be planted conveniently close to a keyboard. Everyone knows dandelions are inherently poetic.Otherwise they wouldn’t be the favorite flower of that six foot tall woman I …
date night (2015)
i don’t want to take you to dinner forcast says a rainstorm is on its wayopen the windowslay a towel on the sillsit side by sidesay nothing critics gave it a thumbs down,but i still think it’s worth the effort.
Dakota Afternoon (2015)
Darling,I promised you kingdoms,how ‘bout you and I cut these depressing tethers, and make the later sooner? I love the run of it,that edgeward lilt to the gait.The flicker of two bodies in the dark,all touch and sound.my fingers tracing some 1920s silhouette,that drop-gut plunge of lips to mine to neck to mine,that knee jerk …
Conversation. (2014)
and maybe it’s too many movies,but “I See” is one of the more icy turns of phrase,and she’s over there wondering what I was thinking,and she doesn’t know I wasn’t thinking,not about this.I want bruises, love,I want to be able to cast her teeth from my throat,I want them to pluck my DNA from her …
Dakota (2013)
you belong––with tall streched tales told by flickerin’ light, an aphrodite child walkin’ graveside, ancestrial bones clawin’ up to reach you. history filling your footsteps– –your mother half discordant, an unsteady diskiltered perpetual chorus– dark dredged echos scraping long, long, after. but sunlight ‘n overtone harmonies muffled– –the …
{Conaco presents: Christ being stripped of his garments, and reminds you to follow us on facebook} (2013)
No, no, no, it’s okay man,Times have changed,Now-a-days, you strap that cross to the back of a mini van,‘n the fourteen stations are made up of franchise stops,Plaster over “INRI” with adverts,It ain’t like it was,These days, it’s all paparazzi ‘n tiaras,Those days of thorns and stonings, they’re long over. We’ve gone an removed the …
