It’s just another just another day,with trilled tripping syllables.‘course the obstinate still obstine,‘n the stubborn still stub.but I’m chanting praise into your ear love,love,’cause I’m cleverer than clever,‘n more stubborn than stub,’cause I know the knows,‘n the know is the grand,‘n the grand is you,‘n you,love,‘n you.You doubt the doubt of it,but the only chant …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #215 (2018)
there didn’t used to be wither in your walk,dear,there didn’t used to be seething in your talk.for all the scattershot bad luck in the world,we’ve got bright futures yet,and I’m tired dear,I’m tired of accepting that this is as good as we get. there’s no stakes keeping us here,love,and we, we could be anywhere.
Untitled #214 (2018)
God, it’s an awful con, isn’t it?Just how long it can seem. used to be a time I’d make fun of someone like me, trapped so far from someone like you, as if I was enlightened, as if I knew better. But I was strong, but I never had to worry, about feeling …
Untitled #213 (2018)
you know that moment,everyone does,when you come up against that rail,and lean out,look over,gauge how far it is down,and wonder how it would feel to jump? Now, I don’t recommend this as a life plan for anyone,because it results in as many scrapes and bruises and broken bones,as it does anything worth anything, but there …
Untitled #212 (2018)
feels like,i haven’t slept in weeks,been rushing home to do nothing,been laying here watching the dust cling to the ceiling fan lose it’s perpetual fight against momentum over the span of hours. for a short time I yelled about my feelingsto a packed room of rapt listeners,drowned out the echoes of me with their bodies, …
Untitled #211 (2018)
I know,philosophically,that its damn dangerous to put you on an altar,to raise you up as some grand granite ideal,that no flesh, bone, ‘n blood could ever… –but that don’t mean I don’t want to tell your myth,to read the tabs of you tip to tip,and strum you long lost lyrics like Lyrato let my lips …
Untitled #210 (2018)
i suppose there’s more to be grateful for than not. what with the fight against entropy going as well as it ever goesand the paycheck vending machine still going, kicks aside. and all them books that say that me,tired ‘n sweaty, surrounded all sides by clean,should be so damned happyjust cause, just cause, look at …
Untitled #209 (2018)
stop, breathemist on your fingertipsbreeze through your hair this is just thisno more, no lessbreathe curl your toesfeel that electric ground. Now,one foot, then the other.
Untitled #207 (2018)
sometimes I feel like the perfect chameleon. don’t talk about it much, anymore,but I’ve enough life under my belt to relateto just about anyone. lived just short of homeless for a while,been white my whole life, been a male too,been a busser,been a dishwasher,been a groundskeeper,been a burger-flipper,been a poet,been a writer,been an asshole,been shoved …
Untitled #206 (2018)
I’m in love now,with all the passion I used to dream of,so don’t get me wrong,I’m not unhappy: but the thing about not having to say I love you like you’re screamin’ into a storm is not having to get creative about saying it in the hopes that maybe this time, unlike all the …
