I’ve been obsessed with putting the best form forward,dragging every dreg of meaning. lonely lines of code on the semi-global network,called cradled and clutched from browser to browser.endless erratic changes. so unlike a page…where each ink-etch falls in cadence. and maybe it’s that the meaning doesn’t mean anything,and maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I can’t …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #132 (2015)
I’m more and more preoccupiedwith how my work looks on phones because I want you to know exactly what I meanwhen I say– .
Untitled #131 (2015)
i am so very small . and everything else so very large.
Untitled #130 (2015)
i promised to make you something,anything. but i’ve been enthralled with the void, how it changes everything. and there’s so much…too much. the bend of the choas, drawing switch-back channels. hardly sure of anything. much less how to make you something,anything,worth your time.
Untitled #13 (2014)
Winter’s in the bridges,frost already fallow in steel and concrete. Smile like baptism,and eyes like fire.quick to wit, when wit were worthy.regal in reach and roar. Winter’s in the bridges,everyone’s pretending to blow smoke-rings with their breath. But then again, there’s all that to talk about,and that is so much effort.Apathy is the frost in …
Untitled #129 (2015)
there is so much between me and you. It’s as beautiful as it is frustrating.
Untitled #127 (2015)
What I’m really trying to say is,I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. last few days I’ve been trying real hard.decided I was gonna figure a few things,I was gonna make a few good choices.gonna try that whole dating thing.got myself tinder from the play store. gonna try that whole focus on the …
Untitled #126 (2015)
andhowisitthatyouexplainthateverythingismeticulous? How do you say PULL<-m e->apart?and isn’t that always the question.
Untitled #125 (2015)
So,this is gonna sound a little conversational,but it’s a poem. swear to qod* (*The ficticious god of poetry Stephen just made up right here and right now : Strain, Dipple, et. al. {ed. you’re not even using real academic notation anymore, hasn’t this bit run its course?[Do you know how …
Untitled #124 (2015)
someone gave me a portrait,and told me to write a poem. I didn’t. it’s not done. don’t look at it.
