One time,SWEAR TO GOD ABOVE,heard my dynamite cry before it went. Weren’t a pleasant sound,shook me to the foundation,rippin’ the granite from my soul,burstin’ with somethin’ I ain’t heard since. And when it went,it went like a thunderclap,rippin’ through my brain. Struck me then,maybe ‘splosion’s just a release.Deep to think about I know,but somethin’ poetic …
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Sometimes I Take the Train Into the City, and Wonder if I’d Feel Better There (2013)
Yeah, I live near San Fran,A couple hours out,But we get the same news channels,And that has to count for something.
So what if it ain’t christian of you? (2013)
blood on a page looks more like a Rorschach test,than it does anything like somethin’ that’s gonna change my opinion of you. years ‘n years ‘n years ago, my great aunt died. held the service in a splotch-carpeted triple-wide, played with her children, maybe grand-children –that side of the family’s relation to me was …
Sex is a Language (2013)
The first images I saw of sex,Were diagrams of people cut in half,Picture books of all the little bits and bobs dissected and analyzed. I fucked a girl like that once,She never spoke,So I did nothing but dissect silence. The next images I saw of sex,Were puss, and ooze, and open wounds,Mistakes and regrets writ …
Shower Fiction (2013)
The shower is the perfect place for writing fictionI’m okay.You take those motions you do every day, you don’t have to thinkLet the water wash this away.Characters prance around your mindI’ll be honest today.You walk out with the whole thing outlined in your headI’ll be honest today.The shower is the perfect place for writing fiction.
Simply (2014)
I ain’t lookin’ for a need, darlin’,ain’t nothing scares me more. What I want is someone warm, ‘n kind,who simply wants me around. ‘n nothin’, nothin’ more.
Second Attempt (2015)
So,I think you’re really attractive,but I’m also terrified of sex with you.With anyone,but I’m supposed to say that no one else matters. that’s the way romance works, right? So…Can we go out to dinner?I want to stare down at my food,and wonder what the fuck I should even say. it’s what everyone is doing. and …
Second star to the right, (2013)
“and straight on ‘til morning.” ah shit, you’re in it now, self realization has hit the fan. grown ass man, grown ass man, ain’t worth shit. gone off to Neverland, run, run, runnin’ you’ve got all these memories, got all these reasons to be, ‘n you, you ain’t …
“Self Love” (2013)
A drunken selfie in lingeriebeer in one hand, phone in the other,thigh high stockings ‘n garters,pale cream skin,crafted for presentation. there’s dust on the windowsill, and the runners have that paint-cracked age to ’em discarded notebooks ‘n pencils ‘n laundry all over the floor. “self love” you tag it and post for the world …
scars ‘n stretch-marks (2014)
my body is a dusty road,wash outs ‘n ditches that weren’t there before,I been traveled hard,‘n I’m young yet.
