For our first date,I’d like to write you poetry. I’d like to wax diction about the shape of your breath,to list endlessly the particulars of your molars,but I’d bet those’re better saved. No, I’d like to write first, some poetry. I’ll chat endless about active syntax,or walk you through the forest’s longest path;just to see …
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Untitled #570 (2014)
My favorite picture of you: you touch yourself through sheer fabric, covers peeled back so I can see. “Free Until They Cut Me Down”Take me, take me home. I speak, love, of mountains so great the sky cowers,I speak of sludged flood-plains breathing their first air in …
Untitled #571 (2014)
I do not know if I have wilderness dreams because of nature calls,or because I must prove that I too can be a man. I too can be a man.
Untitled #56 (2015)
you are a beautiful women in a hazy bar,cigarette smoke and spirit fumes lazily circle your every movement. You’ve got this whole room eating their own fingers. ‘n I ain’t different. Been writing you indifferent lyrics, ‘n you’ve just laughed that earth shaking low register chuckle of yours, more jetengine than Audry Hepburn, more hurricane than …
Untitled #561 (2014)
The goslings have got their flight feathers in.You can see them in those not yet flights sometimes.Soon the scene’s gonna change,you’ve got Dogs Eyes licking through those lyrics in that guitar bawl, minor tone reverb, big blustery Wye Oak sound.Taking those first few flaps,we gonna soar, or we gonna be sore?That one-two-ohnoican’tdoit heave. …
Untitled #558 (2014)
I looked out and the stars were beautiful.All fizzled-pop and lightning shot,blazing in that lightspeed inky, inky black. I watch as the wormhole slowly pulls the ship to infinity, atom’s unable to cope, no matter the bonds. I can …
Untitled #554 (2014)
I’m sloshed over,flung over the bounds of my glass.I want, I want, I want, but I ain’t in a giving mood. I can see the problems there,but I ain’t doin’ a thing about ‘em.
Untitled #556 (2014)
I care about music more than you,not that it’s a knock against you, darlin’it’s just the music that’s– the head-nod heavy sway, the soaked up sail through vibrant waves. And no, no way.You could ever hold a candle to that.Not a knock against you,But damn …
Untitled #552 (2014)
Half the days I want a truck,it’s just to sleep in the bed,under the stars,after driving as far as I can until my eyes won’t anymore. I suppose you can come too.
Untitled #550 (2014)
Week yet ‘til payday.Been good, ‘n spent all my cash on bills and food. but now the beer’s gone, and the whiskey ain’t got much left. that teeth-tug way you pulled away, with that …
