Kid ain’t wakin’ up,and that lightnin’ ain’t quittin’,and those drops keep fallin’. Mississippi smells of earth and summer, got that undercurrent decay. And she’s lickin’ them tree-trunks like supper’s comin’. Fade-in, raise the curtain, sunrise,lightnin’ kissin’ my cheeks, ‘n thunder trailin’ after.Come on, come on …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Robot Haiku #1 (2016)
unshaven trailrunning close to riverI explode, lofty.
repeats (2014)
We’ve had this conversation again and again,and every time we make it to the repeat,me begin the measure again. Come on, love, let’s give it a rest,get your last held whole,stretch it to then end of your breath,and lets hit that rest like we mean business,just sit in comfortable silence, and not hit that repeat …
Reflections. (2014)
Thick muck mire and mud,chin-tuck nod that catfish there, big fucker, wouldn’t want to piss him off.One foot, front of the other.Same as life, same as anything. Ain’t that, ain’t it so, …
Real clever, boy. (2013)
Yeah, kid, I bet you think you’re just so damn clever,so damn/so damn/so damn clever. Sittin’ over there chucklin’ to yourself,as you merge someone’s poetry to pictures of birds suckin’ dicks,like that’s clever, like that’s insultin’. Boy, I don’t suppose you’ve ever sucked a dick? i still remember my first, he was blonde, and he …
Randel (2014)
I do not love her,I thought I did, once, long ago. But it was lust for those lips, those hips,the way they wrapped around my name.And now she’s heaping praise,in that cadence that I remember dripping such sailor blush words, in the crook of my neck where no one else could hear. And I’m, …
quiet. (2013)
late night, sweat-slick; no idea if this is the case in the originals, but those U.S. localized anime characters, they shout out what they’re about to do. reminds me of all those folks yelling:fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.late night, sweat-slick,illuminated by flickering cold-colored LEDsthat’s just– right. people are nice, in their moments,but people also …
Quarter Pack Pissed (2013)
You ‘n I don’t have the same scale,but I’m quarter pack pissed. I got nicotene runnin’ through my veins,‘n I’ve got build-up in my fists–most like I’m gonna be diggin’ splinters from ’em tomorrow. I’m all tensions cables, powerlines,I got all these vibrations ‘n transmissions.Someone’s tappin’ morse code on my skull,It’s a pound-pound-ache sort of …
Punch anyone who tells you an untitled poem ain’t finished. (2015)
I’ve got this heart-ache rivaled head-pound,what with its spins ‘n belly swaps. but in this oppressive din,there’s that chant, again and again: “you should have, you should have, you should have.” ‘n in this sweeping crowd,lined with bone-gnaw teeth,you’re flittin’ around in pigtails.I’m bettin’ from your upbringin’,you’re more Country Music,but from the way you’re …
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Public Speaking (2014)
I think I speak for all lasagnas of the world when I say this: {cheesy bubbling sounds}
