The scent of you is intoxicating,soft skin under longing clutch.and this is love, love,because when the rains roll in,there are you with umbrella,and me with long rubber boots. The scent of you is intoxicating,the smell of how you want to be,as much a part of you as anything.
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Untitled #26 (2014)
I’ve got highways in my blood, ma’am,Rail ties for bones.Great Grandfather was a civil engineer,designed them great sweeping divided bridges,the history of my name’s swung sledges to spikes,line by line by line,‘til coast met coast ‘n freight ‘n passenger car ran. I’ve got highways in my blood, ma’am,mile markers bubblin’ ‘n frothin’ in my footsteps.In …
Untitled #212 (2018)
feels like,i haven’t slept in weeks,been rushing home to do nothing,been laying here watching the dust cling to the ceiling fan lose it’s perpetual fight against momentum over the span of hours. for a short time I yelled about my feelingsto a packed room of rapt listeners,drowned out the echoes of me with their bodies, …
Untitled #213 (2018)
you know that moment,everyone does,when you come up against that rail,and lean out,look over,gauge how far it is down,and wonder how it would feel to jump? Now, I don’t recommend this as a life plan for anyone,because it results in as many scrapes and bruises and broken bones,as it does anything worth anything, but there …
Untitled #214 (2018)
God, it’s an awful con, isn’t it?Just how long it can seem. used to be a time I’d make fun of someone like me, trapped so far from someone like you, as if I was enlightened, as if I knew better. But I was strong, but I never had to worry, about feeling …
Untitled #209 (2018)
stop, breathemist on your fingertipsbreeze through your hair this is just thisno more, no lessbreathe curl your toesfeel that electric ground. Now,one foot, then the other.
Untitled #210 (2018)
i suppose there’s more to be grateful for than not. what with the fight against entropy going as well as it ever goesand the paycheck vending machine still going, kicks aside. and all them books that say that me,tired ‘n sweaty, surrounded all sides by clean,should be so damned happyjust cause, just cause, look at …
Untitled #205 (2018)
the best love poems I ever wrote,were for things I knew I would never have. found all my old music the other month,still remembering all the shit in there listening to Trailer Trash on repeat. read through my old blog,been long enough, dunno.told my brother tonight, in jest mind,that getting older was more debt, more …
Untitled #206 (2018)
I’m in love now,with all the passion I used to dream of,so don’t get me wrong,I’m not unhappy: but the thing about not having to say I love you like you’re screamin’ into a storm is not having to get creative about saying it in the hopes that maybe this time, unlike all the …
Untitled #207 (2018)
sometimes I feel like the perfect chameleon. don’t talk about it much, anymore,but I’ve enough life under my belt to relateto just about anyone. lived just short of homeless for a while,been white my whole life, been a male too,been a busser,been a dishwasher,been a groundskeeper,been a burger-flipper,been a poet,been a writer,been an asshole,been shoved …
