Not ice-cube passed between lips chill,In a bath of ice because your kidney is gone chill.Everyone’s gone an picked up a bad habit of slingin’ hate back and forth. If I’m finding the time to hit on folks in the middle of family drama, it can’t be all bad. I’m assuming that’s true for you …
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Christian (2014)
The grounds ‘a shakin’the animals all quakin’lightin’ strikes,‘n sacred rites,oh god,oh dear god,I hurt your feelin’s. I’m sorry, boy,I’m so sorry. Hey, I gotta ask ya,you ever had someone try to rape ya?You ever had those fire-lock eyes run ya up ‘n down?You ever had strong hands,far-too-strong hands,run themselves along?Did I ever tell you about …
catching in the throat (2014)
Gold and Amber leaves and lensflare sunsets on gently soaring bridges that kiss the valleys.I remember these about you;you say that you miss me,but I don’t talk about breathing. to put it blunt.
Certified Web Developer (2017)
I still write poetry in broken ways little snippets of (in)efficient beauty– –tucked in so many corners of the internet. in servers and backrooms shallow roots to the byte of life. but mostly,I pun-t out quick dirty code, and snark up the comments.
Career Counseling (2015)
I want to stuff myself with potato chipsbe mounted on the wall in a “natural” poseand look down on visitors allowed in the study. I want to paint myself with goldhide in the trophey cabinetand tell strangers about that time you got third in track. I want to sit in your cabinet with my hands …
Building a Fire (2013)
Building a fire,You can’t be afraid of the flames. It’s not that it doesn’t hurt anymore,It’s that I know I can’t let that stop me. There are things,There are things you rip yourself up for. There are things,There are things worth more. Whiskey bottles and guilt swaddles;I don’t want to go into therapy again. There …
Burnt (2013)
I took apart your toaster this morning.It burnt my toast, and I wanted to know why. Turns out it’s just a toaster. I don’t think it meant to be a bother,But now I can’t put back it together.
broken bottles (2014)
They crunch as you walk in. remember the taste of each, different but of the same idea.those broken bottles on the floor,as I look up at you, unknowing.This is, this is the result, of me left alone with a liquer cabinet.The first broke on accident, a drop, slip of the fingers, …
“Because fantasies can be dangerous, and I kind of like breathing.” A haiku about spending nights alone. (2013)
Porn and cigarettes:Two things I wish weren’t asbad as they can be.
Blowing Smoke. (2014)
I’ve yet to meet a poet– –that didn’t like center stage.No matter, no matter what poets claim. It’s all a big swindle, a laugh, a con. An’ aw sure, ah hell, might not like the attention I get, but that don’t, don’t mean much …
