Water is two parts hydrogen,And one part oxygen. Lately I can’t help but feel love is two parts hydro,and one part oxy. Or is that one hydro and one acetaminophen. The sun burns hydrogen to heliumTo make light and life, the sun burns hydrogen to heliumBinding and bonding to make it so.And like all fires, …
Post Type Archives: Poems
To the 71 notes of “The Taste of Giving Up” (2013)
The Taste of – Fuck that, I’m not giving up. Now you can’t blame me for enjoying a little self wallow now and then,It helps to distill the blood,But now that I’m back to pumping hundred-proof–honest-to-god more flammable than a grain elevator on a dry summer day,you and I need to have a little talk …
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To My Unborn Children (2013)
If I ever face the fear of children again,I know I will love them more than anything. I know this because my child, William,though he was never more than blood,has taken more from me than anyone. I will fight anyone,Including myself,For the benefit of my children. They are worth more than a thousand times me. …
Tinder (2015)
now taking applicants. -looking for full time -previous experience is not required -must be a person person. (the singular is not a typo) -must be comfortable with long periods of eye contact -willing to adapt to your schedule -competitive pay (in exchanged services …
Thunder Smile (2013)
Ain’t it shit though,when you’re chewin’ thunderstorms like bubble-gum,lightnin’ crackin’ through your teeth,like you crack ice-cubes, trying to sharpen yourself,glean a-bit of the just-a-bit betters. Ain’t it, ain’t it though–Just a bit shit? Ain’t like you asked for this,like you wanted it.Why the fuck, why the hell,why in the god-damn-fucking-hell,do you have to deal with …
Three Stanzas on Whiskey Buying Concerns. (2013)
Every time I walk to the liquor store,I worry the cashier will question the frequency of my visits. I think I could shut up anyone with,“I lost my child, let me drink” But I wonder if it would be easier to say I like to party.At least that would be the end of the conversation.
Things I Think About At Night (2013)
So,I’m alone,And I’m completely okay with that,But that scares me. Someone somewhere told me,That isn’t what I should want. So I want more,And it doesn’t sit well. You’re beautiful,And you sound beautiful,And you think beautiful,I just … I don’t want your company,At least not for more than the night.
They say. (2014)
They, and mind you that a “they” is always a “somebody” that needs a disguise.They say, they say that selfies are now causes of depression.They say, they say that selfies are now causes of narcisim.They say, they say. Close my eyes and clutch …
They Call it an Old Soul (2013)
I’m tired.I’m tired of drinking alone,And being okay with that. I’m tired.I’m tired of loving children,And knowing I’ll never be strong enough to try to have my own,Again. I’m tired.I’m tired of looking at love stories,And seeing where they fail,Where I failed,Again and again. I’m tired.I’m tired of finding people who admire me,After the fact,When …
They Ain’t, I Ain’t, I Can’t (2013)
Ya know what they say.Friend ‘a mine always quotes it,follows with a shot, and a wink,as he goes off in the hopes of gettin’ off. “All cats are black at night.” I don’t say this next part to be innocent here,I done my fair share of objectifyin’, mind,I ain’t proud, too proud, that is, to …
