At 4 a.m. I vividly remember her smell.This is only a problem on nights I’m desperate for comfort,when I remember how we used to sleep together,waking an hour before the rest of the house,so we could have those few hours together,what we assumed was a preview. That was too many years ago to matter.So let’s …
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Guys, seriously, I love you, I love it when I get to get on stage with you, but why do so many slam poets slip into that same sing-song metered cadence bull-shit for everything? Language can be brisk, clipped, and halt. ing. Language can be irregular, and cacophonous to the ear. Sure, language can be …
And the tide still rolls in storm-waters,and the froth still washes away.Rage can rage, will rage,but moments the sky is divine,and the wind is right,and there ain’t no warpath to stop a folk from lookin’ up,‘n remembering the wonder.
I’m saying this,Not as an invitation to you,But an admission to myself,If you ever want to fuck me over,Whiskey is the answer.
Would you buy a poem from me?And this isn’t a question that’s figurative,this ain’t some rhetorical,‘cause I’m achin’ at the Satisfaction them Rollin’ Stones is croonin’,I’m in ‘n out ‘n day ‘n night workin’ in the feild I love,doin’ the work I don’t,‘n I got all this time devoted to this art,‘n some days, …
In the silence whale sized shapes crest in and out of the darkness beyond the scope of headlights,there are places to go and responsibilities to fill,but the madness of Ahab is far, far, from dead. chasing destruction or running from powerlessness, I doubt even he knew.Of course, Melville dedicated it to Hawthorne,but he didn’t read …
Ever get so involved in whatever that the rest of it fades from view?the day to day is so day to day,that the weeks ‘n months can’t be seen for the hours,it ain’t unimportant,but still– –but still I forget. you ever get that hum to you?that bee-line buzz in your lips?
Girls used to ask me out, said things like “Hey, Stephen, want to date?” (I mean what do you say in middle school? [When you’re not talking about that girl— giving blowjobs in the bathroom for a dollar]) I’d say “Yeah, sure.” And pretend they didn’t exist. Every one broke up with me within a …
//A declaration of things as they are.var myAffection = true;var yourAffection = new Boolean();var graniteAltars = granite_altars_to_imagined_gods.txt;var thingsSaid = [ “do you remember when we met?“, graniteAltars, “dream-stuck runnin’ from everything”, graniteAltars, “in love with love and passion drunk for the thrill of it”, graniteAltars, “I miss that in my life” ]; //An attempt to …
I was going to be good today,sit down and write a short story,could make as much as 300 bucks off it. still tryin’, least at the back of the mind. but it’s all too much of a swell,toomuchswimminroundinsideallthisbigemptyspaceIkeepcallinamind. I wishthat astormwouldwashallthisaway,cleanse me with its many waters I wishthat somegod, someone wouldset allthose thingsright.that the …
