hold me close, and lie to me;tell me everything is going to be alright. I’m tired. My chest hurts. Been working,some kind or other,going on sixteen hours now.‘n it’s true that sleep is comin’ on,but it’s work on the other side. there’s no sabbath when you need money this badly.time is money,rest is …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #141 (2015)
let that spring slide back, kid. unwind. ease that tension. you you are strong. you are skilled. you are better than any problem. this isn’t it.
Untitled #140 (2015)
there’s no vigil you can stand,that will make this any easier. leave that insomniac post,and get what you really need. there’s a sunset tinged road in your future,you can taste it.nothing left,nothing left to worry about. morning will come. sunrise is sure. build from that.
Untitled #14 (2014)
For five years now,it’s been “I don’t know”in staccato refrain. well like G.R. Martin says,“Winter is coming”‘n I ain’t for facin’ the cold alone. Five years,I been sayin’ the “I don’t know”s,and five years since I’ve had any ideas,but the bridges are icing median first,and the frost is gnawingat the snowmelt green lawns,and that Mississippi’s …
Untitled #139 (2015)
. it’s been a heavy sort ‘a day kid. there ain’t no denyin’ that,not tryin’,not even thinkin’. but you got more stubborn in you than that.back straight,foot in line. {there are places to go,}/things you have to see. long windin’ roads to go down.
Untitled #138 (2015)
. darling, it’s been so long since you’ve slept. come to bed. whateverit is,it can wait.
Untitled #137 (2015)
modest mouse ‘n desert airmouth dry, probably the chips,bags strewn ‘cross the backseat,shoes off, hand out the window.Just South of Dawn.
Untitled #136 (2015)
you ever feel like you’re only alive when you’re running,like everything else is waiting,waiting for this? yeah,me either…
Untitled #135 (2015)
all it took,couple ‘a days ‘n a ravelto tear this life down.see the clumps of dirt still fallin’ from the roots heavy achin’ thuds moanin’ ’bout somethin’ undone, the cadence of failure, the melody of rejection, patterin’ to the tune of the run. Kid, you was prepared to declaresupreme all-knower ltd.Had all the cards printed. …
Untitled #134 (2015)
One of my favorite poems,is taped to the refridgerator door–going in lushious lines about some plum. this poem,isn’t like that. I never told you, but I thought about loving you once. rolled the fantasy in my mouth tasted the idea for days. still hadn’t given up the thought. but,this poem,isn’t like that,it isn’t about that. …
