He is amazing. Nothing short. Eric Boyd (ericboydblog): You say inSix words: Everything.
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Work crush (2013)
Goody fuckin’ two shoes,what ‘n the hell am I supposed to do with that?I’ve been high ‘n drunk,‘n fucked people for no reason but because I could,‘n you’re over here talkin’ about how you’re babysittin’ for your church. we work at a god damned liquor store.I’ve done just sort of thousand dollar sales,shillin’ vice like …
Wriggle (2015)
On these worms,I’ve written the entirety of the English language. Please arrange them into sentences. I don’t care that they keep wriggling away.Do it anyway. Also, please use only this fan.Do not touch the worms.They do not like it. Now, tell me how you feel,no,with the worms.Only the worms.
Winter Mornings (2014)
Snow ain’t quite thick yet,still got some time for the last of them chores,get those leaves up before they ruin the lawn.Grab them final few sticks from that wind-storm. I’m a bit jealous of them that can pull a room together, a little green of that aesthetic eye. I got these …
woodland drag (2015)
i miss it,that whisper wind flippingthem pine needles and oaken boughs,carrying with it the mud slick scent of sparkling creeks, tinkling through night air.that moist cool air sucked nose-ward with each drag,and the curled billows of smoke mixed breath-steam. That nagging feeling that no matter how lost I am,this is the most beautiful place I’ve …
“Why I don’t write you haiku”, as written in haiku on a crumpled diner napkin. (2013)
This ain’t enough tosay anything like enough.You got me rough-shod.
Where I Stand (2013)
I am bitter,And I understand I shouldn’t be,But I am. What do I do from here?
Where I Sit. (2013)
I try to go to bed before 4,But you make it so god-damn easy.I hate you so damn much,For what you…That’s a lie,For what *we* took from me. You realize I still blame myself,For that miscarriage?
What it’s like to piss the bed. (2013)
Pissing the bed(That’s the way the phrase turns,When you become too old to “wet”“You pissed the bed again!”)Is a sense of complete reliefFollowed by cold deep shame. It’s not unlike a wet dream.(Or maybe that’s me;My first was about fucking a stuffed bunny,And as I crept out for a change of sheets,I was pretty sure …
Voice-mail #9 (2015)
Honestly, you shouldn’t be on this list, but I’m calling you anyway,because,I guess,I guess I said or did something,or maybe it was just because I reminded you of your brother.But you told me to fuck-off,and you never came back. Whatever it was. I don’t think you’ll ever know how sorry I was. Goodbye, Dandylion.
