Hey, it’s me again. I know I call a lot, but it’s kind of hard. Do you remember when we used to talk all night? Like the time I heard the screech owl, so scared someone was getting hurt, but you smiled and told me what was going on.The blankets heavy and warm.I dunno, I …
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Voice-mail #2 (2015)
Dad, it’s me again. Just saying hi.Realized today that you and I don’t talk much.Haven’t ever talked much, not in years.Just games when we’re in the same room. I don’t know if you know how much I love you. That I see how hard you work to help to make everything the best it could …
Untitled #89 (2015)
Really, I haven’t loved anyone since I came out.Not in that dumb sloppy head-over heels way,and I don’t know if it’s growing upor if I let someone teach me to hate my own desires. And I’m tired of other people choosing who I’m out to,And I’m tired of having to worry about it. I just …
Untitled #92 (2015)
If there isn’t anything nice to say,there isn’t anything to say,or so the mothers keep telling me. And if I believed them,there wouldn’t be a single word I’d say about myself. but here I am,ranting at all hours,at all lengths,about just how shitty I am.
Untitled #95 (2015)
That memory-tinged classic rock’s gone ‘n started up,‘n this accelerator ain’t takin’ kindly to the idle. Never mind the pack,you won’t need a jacket,I can already see summer on that horizon.I been where we’re goin’, love,‘n there ain’t west but more west,but there’s a few killer sunsets ‘long the way. ‘n it’s true,for me love’s …
Untitled #78 (2015)
I refuse to talk, like when I was a little kid in the principle’s office slamming my head over and over against the drywall, feeling my teeth rattle with everything I couldn’t seem to make them understand.
Untitled #84 (2015)
ain’t quite sure when my echo started callin’ me darlin’,just like I can’t remember when the saturation got muted,or when it all started hazin’ out like weighted rain. there ain’t a flavor I’ve spit out in years,but I ain’t been much for the savor either. ‘n it’s been years since I been more than pricked …
Untitled #85 (2015)
Lived a long(*) life,got long while yet to go,ain’t ever met a tree,that didn’t have some reasonfor the bark. ain’t a need for apologizin’,what the world taught you to carry. *Strain, Dipple, et al.: Ha, that’s hardly true!You need to show your sources Mr. Kennedy.
Untitled #711 (2014)
ladies and gentlemen,I will be your tutor tonight.do not mind the whiskey on my breath,and let’s all take a quick smoke break to start us off right. But first, let’s talk about poetry while I clean my pipe.Do you have trouble getting into the meat of a poem? jesus this Stem just won’t come off!the …
Untitled #712 (2014)
Tonight is one of those rare nights when I feel sexy.I shouldn’t,and where anyone here but me,I wouldn’t,unwashed from yesterday,I smell,and I’m covered in who knows what,but I look at my reflection in the window,and I like what I see. I’m proud.
