I only truly care about your say,when the gettin’ gets grave. But I come to my senses.
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Letter to the Woman in my Dreams (2013)
I dreamt about you this morning.We were married in my grandfather’s old house,Sharing a bedroom and a twin mattress. When I moved to Arkansas you were a red head,You’d smile,And that was it. California,You’ve got the face of someone I used to tutor,And we spend every moment naked. We fucked before-hand;The priest can smell the …
Let’s Be Honest, Alright? (2013)
When you send out an Amber Alert,And hide all the additional informationbehind ad-laden redirects,You may be an awful person. You are literally making moneyfrom someone’s ongoing tragedy. And you aren’t even hiding it. I’m looking at you local news affiliates. (I already sent them a message, you think you might too? I have yet to …
“Let’s not talk about this, okay?” (2013)
We don’t talk about the jit—tersof those three days you disappearedHow you were embarrassed to admit to me. We don’t talk about beer pong,Drunk beyond recognition,Beerthick bellies, when truths burst forth. We don’t talk about the pictures of you,Before-before-and-afterWhen you used to think I was sweet. We don’t talk about the things we lost,The things …
Kansas Highway Lullaby (2014)
Long-legged tired nights,lookin’ out at fallowed fields,rows ‘n rows goin’ by in starlight,wind-break trees flickin’ by ‘n by. ‘n by ‘n by ‘n by.‘n drift, drift off to sleep.
Kasia (2015)
strange as it was to go so long without your voice,I asked you to say your name for me before you went,and I’ve been rolling it around ever since. there are so many things I want to share with you,but what strikes me the most as I chant your nameso even my grinding memory will …
just fine (2014)
roommate’s quittin’ smokin’‘n that’s, that’s just fine. ‘n this woman’s callin’ me cowboy,‘n that’s, that’s just fine. let me tell you somethin’,let *me* tell *you* somethin’,‘n best, best as I can reckon’,ain’t any of you listenin’ at this point, so I can tell you who’re listenin’I held a line-trimmer eight hours today,I walked miles ‘n …
“K” (2013)
“K” is probably the most aggressive letter I know of,the summation bite of whiskey,the bitter start-up jab of acknowledgethe double-double edge of kissthe defensive ring “I know” “I know” “I know”it’s back against-the-wall, it’s explosive back-of-the-tongue, the chide-snide chants of …
It’s the puncible of the thing (2014)
I want to love a poet,so that our words can intertwine,and our bodies can take vacations while words bother with the procreation. Hard, sweaty work,not for poet’s hands.
It won’t last. (2014)
Kid, god love ya,you gotta, gotta know,I’m a passin’ fancy. I got these words rattlin’ ‘round, shake the sack ‘n write the results, but all means the same, same damned thing. get tired, eventually. talk like I know somethin’,brains full of fluff ‘n nothin’.
