{establish long-form metaphor} deep-sauna-sunlight drenched afternoon,when it woke,that bone-crack passion-snap deep-gut hunger,ass-to-crotch, nose-to-page.Moist lips suckling the moment’s teet,tasting the skin of it, smelling the lust,deep-pull thrust–thrust-thrusting to the quick of it. short-hair punk-dyed slight and musty thing feel that first spindle twine… {concurrent image} alliterate phrases come ejaculatory , slick-drenching themselves to half-mad stains …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Wriggle (2015)
On these worms,I’ve written the entirety of the English language. Please arrange them into sentences. I don’t care that they keep wriggling away.Do it anyway. Also, please use only this fan.Do not touch the worms.They do not like it. Now, tell me how you feel,no,with the worms.Only the worms.
Work crush (2013)
Goody fuckin’ two shoes,what ‘n the hell am I supposed to do with that?I’ve been high ‘n drunk,‘n fucked people for no reason but because I could,‘n you’re over here talkin’ about how you’re babysittin’ for your church. we work at a god damned liquor store.I’ve done just sort of thousand dollar sales,shillin’ vice like …
Words to Engrave Into My Bed (2015)
{Around the Frame} “And miles to go before I–”/in haze grayed skies, struck with clockwork lightning/they too, they too, they too ask/how long the thunder rolls/crashing/breaking/sending too their skin to goosebump and too their minds to fear/in tired raw voices they weep. {The Footboard} And though I toss, turn,and shake,there is silence …
woodland drag (2015)
i miss it,that whisper wind flippingthem pine needles and oaken boughs,carrying with it the mud slick scent of sparkling creeks, tinkling through night air.that moist cool air sucked nose-ward with each drag,and the curled billows of smoke mixed breath-steam. That nagging feeling that no matter how lost I am,this is the most beautiful place I’ve …
Woke Up This Morning. (2015)
God and Jesus are at a bar,flirtin’ with the best of ‘em. Course, Jesus’ got that younger appeal,‘n God’s gettin’ a little jealous,as masturbatory as it is for them Catholics to think it. So God up ‘n smacked Jesus clear to next tuesday,‘n ain’t it just like the kid,he lit up and called it cool.(Oh, …
Winter Mornings (2014)
Snow ain’t quite thick yet,still got some time for the last of them chores,get those leaves up before they ruin the lawn.Grab them final few sticks from that wind-storm. I’m a bit jealous of them that can pull a room together, a little green of that aesthetic eye. I got these …
“Why I don’t write you haiku”, as written in haiku on a crumpled diner napkin. (2013)
This ain’t enough tosay anything like enough.You got me rough-shod.
Who the fuck filled my Tumblr with hate? You folks need to calm your happy asses down. (2013)
I ain’t over here tryin’ to be Bukowski,–ain’t put up with half the crap he did,–ain’t felt half the hate. That thick southern in those spoken word pieces,That’s an affectation I put on for the benefit of performance. In reality I talk the way that I write essays, and that’s my natural voice and cadence, …
Where I Stand (2013)
I am bitter,And I understand I shouldn’t be,But I am. What do I do from here?
