There are times when I look at you and the words just… I mean it’s not you …
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Untitled #170 (2015)
I’m sitting in a reststop bathroomwaiting for the American Dream to wash its goddamn hands.toe-tappin’arms crossedtired.Long drive.It’s been a long fucking drive,andyoucanhurryitupjustalittle, don’t ya think? suds ‘n scrubs ‘n suds some more. every agonizing second crawlsskin-deep{beautiful} i’m tired of bein’ so gruff found i need it ‘specially with Dream likes to beat me to …
Untitled #167 (2015)
it would be far from the only bordersthat divide me from you. calloused fingers,rounding edges,you speak of me like some craftsman when the only craft i knowis the mad chase of ideasthe making of little pointless thingsthat still mean so much to mefor all the confidence and swaggeri’ve carried through work latelyas i’m sucked into …
Untitled #168 (2015)
when I stopped believing in God,there was no crisisno long protracted conflict. I suppose I was madsaid some things I {did} meanand we went our separate ways. I still spoke to them on the bad nightsthe nights when no one else could listenbut they never said anything. Suppose I could have hurt them.Doubt it,but anything’s …
Untitled #165 (2015)
pluck the truths thensky-blue petals that flutter to barren ground somewhere i learned to hate my anxieties to be ashamed let them sit caught underfootslide into pavement crackswhere black ants …
Untitled #166 (2015)
and when the aphids bow ,lOvedo the ants applaud? i don’t presume to know your pantry,but i know my rations run lowand how shameful i feelthat all it would takeis a touch ofyouyouthe dapple of sunlight to your skini just want someone to …
Untitled #163 (2015)
and in the late hoursmaybe the earlyi can’t but askif it’s that i can’tor that i don’t want to. and what dreams have i hadin years? sleep.
Untitled #164 (2015)
i’ve fallen from the capitollet the government of the Ido as it will. i’m for the little things anyhowthose few moments of claritythe small truthsthat come in the late hoursthe early toopruned from flowered darknessplucked from buds too youngto bloom alonesachrine sap sliding stick alongtracing cherished chantsin a language i almost wish i didn’t know. …
Untitled #161 (2015)
low burndead-butt-smolderbeen without ideas for monthsall those dreams spent so easily‘n now i’m dreamlessendless used to be,used to be my dreams worth a dime at leastthen came that crash in the sleep-exchange,‘n we’ve been sittin’ on pennies now for yearsnot like anyone could have seenwe’d be dreamlessendlessbrokesovery soon. hear it rains them up in the …
Untitled #162 (2015)
i hold your hand for as long as sleep will let mebefore it pushes me beyond your touch. the mountain is talland this bucket ain’t lightbut it ain’tain’t rightto let you suckle whatever backwash streamsthe mountain gives off,when i’ve got these strong armsand a love of climbing. intemperatetouch
