I’m not a poet like Y/KeatsBut watch your legs rise up from feet:The way you flauntIt makes me wantTo rub my scruff where they meet.
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A first date poem written via texting (2014)
I notice most the moistness of her lips, The soft of her skin. They are private details, voyeuristic, Things I have no reason to know. But, she was close, And the air was thick with hookah smoke, Mixing with what ever was left of her perfume. She spoke soft, but confident and with great intelligence. …
a guest (2015)
there’s a guest in the house,make yourself so very small darling,so very, very, small. this is their home now.
A Guide to Conversation: Ed. 3 Revised. (2015)
This is a guide to conversation,third edition,revised. To engage in conversation:open mouth as if to yawn,let the deluge flow forth.Be sure to modulate the flow,it is bad form to drown others. Should you drown others:Run,they are coming,they are very good at finding,they are very good at climbing too.Trees are not safe.Do not climb trees.The trees …
6 P.M. Selfies (2014)
Right, last defense time.Guy walks into a bar, dressed to the nines, he asks “hey, why’s your bar got a bow-tie?” Ha HA HA!! Ha HA! right? Right! shit’s funny.last defense.‘n it don’t matter, don’t matter none,it don’t matter that the neck’s …
A Dakota Sunrise (2015)
If I believed in god, they’d probably be a tad of hard candy with a splash of lightning and go around constantly talking about being shockingly sweet. Which is another way of saying I like your smile, so I’ve filled to the brim with bad jokes and really, who doesn’t like that young lagging tomato …
20/20 (2014)
What I wouldn’t give for that taste, like that first bite of a sip of whiskey. mouth watering. and those Ouiji panties with all the fun beneath good and bye,the best after farewell. and the prompter goes on and on,but I’m lingering here,finding I like the odd sensations holding your name to my tongue is …
3 Metaphors and a Couplet. (2014)
you are drawn in clockwork lines,compass points with no rose,minutiae measurements with no scale,a language my lips long to love,but my mind knows nothing of.
60 round championship: prize fightin’ (pain worth puttin’ her on vicodin) (2013)
I’ve got no intention of this goin’ down easy. fuck fuck fuck this [i hope you’re cravin’ somethin’ sensational,‘cause i got lightnin’ lips ‘n fingertips,just itchin’ to get to the meat of you] {I hope you’re cravin’ somethin’ confrontational,’cause I got this jackhammer heart,pumpin’ blood to exoskeleton fists.} fuck fuck fuck this [i …
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2015 Gregorian (Latter Half) (2015)
August is tired of September’s crap,but September’s gone ‘n run his trap’bout how October’s up ‘n lost her way “back in,back in my day!” November’s shaking their head,quiet this year on account of the oddness.December’s “tsk”ing prescriptively,knowing she’ll bring some hush eventually and January can’t wait for it all to start again.
