Would you buy a poem from me?And this isn’t a question that’s figurative,this ain’t some rhetorical,‘cause I’m achin’ at the Satisfaction them Rollin’ Stones is croonin’,I’m in ‘n out ‘n day ‘n night workin’ in the feild I love,doin’ the work I don’t,‘n I got all this time devoted to this art,‘n some days, …
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all kinds (2013)
heartbroke ‘n saddle sore, now you tell me if this tellin’ gets old,you stepped troubles first on California soil. ‘n you tell me, how was that first sunset, you see the sun kissin’ itself in the water, you find any sort of release? or are you some big dumb firework of a man, all fuckin’ …
American Poetics (2014)
Poetry is not the thesaurus in your hand,it’s not the “magic” in your heart,it’s not in what you drink,how you act,who you are,what you do with your life.It’s words on a page.Being a poet isn’t any different than being a person.Being a good poet isn’t any different than being a good person.A good person doesn’t …
Ahab (2013)
In the silence whale sized shapes crest in and out of the darkness beyond the scope of headlights,there are places to go and responsibilities to fill,but the madness of Ahab is far, far, from dead. chasing destruction or running from powerlessness, I doubt even he knew.Of course, Melville dedicated it to Hawthorne,but he didn’t read …
Alaskan Reduction With Red Wine (2015)
A piano takes up sky diving rather unexpectedly.Understandably vexed by the whole situation,it’s doing its best to get your attention. But not before the concrete plays that final chord. creaking leather ‘n mistin’ breath, the exertion burn ain’t improved by the cold, ‘n the sun’s setting fast as it will. Favorite scene in …
all apologies. (2014)
Ever get so involved in whatever that the rest of it fades from view?the day to day is so day to day,that the weeks ‘n months can’t be seen for the hours,it ain’t unimportant,but still– –but still I forget. you ever get that hum to you?that bee-line buzz in your lips?
All I Can Say Is That I Moved A Lot (2015)
When we were a we at all,full of faces who no longer have names in my memory,we broke through a chain link fence to throw empty gallon jugs at highway traffic. Behind us stood an old and gnarled tree,and every time I re-read Waiting For Godot,it’s all I can see,that knobbed hillside,that twisted oak,and miles …
Aesop (2013)
Girls used to ask me out, said things like “Hey, Stephen, want to date?” (I mean what do you say in middle school? [When you’re not talking about that girl— giving blowjobs in the bathroom for a dollar]) I’d say “Yeah, sure.” And pretend they didn’t exist. Every one broke up with me within a …
affection is a psuedo-script (2013)
//A declaration of things as they are.var myAffection = true;var yourAffection = new Boolean();var graniteAltars = granite_altars_to_imagined_gods.txt;var thingsSaid = [ “do you remember when we met?“, graniteAltars, “dream-stuck runnin’ from everything”, graniteAltars, “in love with love and passion drunk for the thrill of it”, graniteAltars, “I miss that in my life” ]; //An attempt to …
A Whiskey and a Pack to Tell You. (2014)
Hell, I don’t even know how this came up, but: “I’m not worried about it, you’ve made it abundantly clear– –how much you don’t like me like that. I’m more than capable of taking a hint.“ “No, I never said that.” “Yeah, she never said that, keep at …
