firelightyour lips taste of firelight not that i could know this your body that great sweeping Ozark Forestwith all its bluffs and vistasunderstated well worn mountains not that it could be this it’s just these are the closest i’ve had to home calm.
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Untitled #16 (2014)
You’ve sent me pictures of yourself,various stages of undress,but only, only the one,where those panties seem to stretch down,down,down,and all I can focus on is this little patch of skin,where everything is light,and the lights are low,and the quality is pixely,but there,there is fascination,and salivation,and just…a place I would like to put my mouth.Though, I …
Untitled #160 (2015)
a starlit skyoff the well traveled trail,and if a star falls in the woodsand burns everything to the fucking grounddoes Smokey the Bear make a sound? or is he sitting against the redwood bark,lighting his Camel,savoring the taste of American Industry,American History,while the hundred year treesspread seedlings in the blaze? there was a thunderstorm tonight‘bout …
Untitled #152 (2015)
the wind has died downpush your bangs from your eyeswipe the sweat from your brow deep breathsavor the plunge will come againthe roar will be again deep breath breathe touchbreathebe
Untitled #154 (2015)
i’m setting up a wireless router for work,and every time i fuck it up: paperclip in the hole for ten seconds factory reset like nothing happened try again. again. now i’m half a block from itrunning diagnostics on …
Untitled #155 (2015)
I want to drive to Chicago,Sufjan Stevens singing about his mistakes(you know, in his “Chicago”)quoting “He had it coming!”(from the hit musical “Chicago”) and i want to stand on a stagetelling the world how much you mean to meknowing,bittersweet,no matter how well i projectthe words may never passunburdened by electric translationstraight from my lipsto your …
Untitled #150 (2015)
for all the push,for all the better,for all the good I’ve done me. at night when I long for someone else’s touch I turn over, tired.
Untitled #146 (2015)
I’m toe-tappin’ to fantasy,uptempo a bit,for the dance of it, but I, I, I just don’t know,if I’m standin’ aisle-side,or sittin’ in the pews.
Untitled #142 (2015)
hold me close, and lie to me;tell me everything is going to be alright. I’m tired. My chest hurts. Been working,some kind or other,going on sixteen hours now.‘n it’s true that sleep is comin’ on,but it’s work on the other side. there’s no sabbath when you need money this badly.time is money,rest is …
Untitled #143 (2015)
just playing with sentence shapes.
