Minecraft turned me into a dick.–I say that,–but it probably only swelled the dick in me–some careful rubs,–a well timed glance,–the whole package-to-package sales technique. I am on your server,stealing from your farms. I live underground.I do not come up for air,I come up for blood. Maybe it’s madness,These California mountains wouldn’t know a good …
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How many licks does it take to get to the center of a reference pop? (2013)
I work at a liquor store now, and my trainer carded me today because I apparently look a decade older than I am. Am I the picture of Dorian Gray? If I’m the picture of Dorian Gray, what happens if I kill Dorian Gray? Can there be only one? Will I become one with everything? …
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His Oaken Joints (2013)
As an atheist,If find it mighty funny how often I think of Moses. And I ain’t talkin’ like“Moses supposes his toes are roses”, More like,As this great force of nature,Climbing out of the grain of forests,Rough-hewn from chunks of granite,Leathered over with a hide tanned by labor and vice.Smile lines, deep-dug canyons splintering out from …
Honesty (2013)
My father told me I was selfish for staying in bed,I told him why I was there.He handed me some tissues,And told me he wouldn’t judge me if I stayed.
Hijacked Perspective (2013)
Most people don’t––Imma fuckin’ stop you right there. Ain’t there enough of that already? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, per-se, but you ain’t some magic eye lookin’ down on it all. You’re a broken sack a’ lookin’ at the pettin’ zoo through a hole you wore in your ass-crack. What I’m gettin’ at here is …
“Hey, About Last Night … “ (2013)
Hey,Do you remember that time when I got blackout-drunk and wrote poem after poem about just wanting to touch you, about fucking you, about how much I enjoy that you even exist for me to desire on the whole spectrum of like-to-lust-to-love? Me either,But I’ve got a hangover,And a notebook full of desire. Not that …
Hey, Hollywood (2013)
Stop telling me damn love stories,Where I need someone else to fix me. What kind of fucking moral is that?
Hands (2013)
It’s been years since my hands’ve been this soft,makes the contrast between the skin ‘n the scars easier to read. Don’t have much in the way of knuckle scarrin’,angry as I get, ain’t ever been much of a fighter,not sure where I get ’em,but they coat the outside of my hands,‘n remind me how much …
Harper (2013)
This is a belated birthday present,and it likely isn’t any good as such.One more year, one more year. wind turbines dot California hills,and most days they spin slowly, massive and quiet.Thick fog rolls in and they’re lost,save the slow flick of the blades out of the mist and into view,some useless giant trying to slice …
Guitar Solo (2015)
there’s a guitar solo at the end of Trailer Trash by Modest Mouse. ‘n it ain’t quite a solo,’cause the other’s don’t cut out,but the singer stops,‘n the guitar takes his place. found more of myself in those chords,than I ever found strewn in other people. but fuck if it ain’t hard to remember.
