{Lights up, kid,stage is set.Spotlight’s burnin’ holes in ya.Audience’s got that dread-judge stare to ‘em,‘n that mic feedback ain’t doin’ wonders here.Say what you came to say.} Love.I do love you, all these years later.It’s weird.Kind of.And it’s taken me a long time to say I’m sorry.I’m sorry.* [*Strain, Dippel, et. al.: Mr. Kennedy, this …
Post Type Archives: Poems
one of the artist’s statements (2014)
as I kissed him,his lips begged me to write,his hands,and pulse,begged. she whispered stories she told no-one,and my fingers oozed words against the fabric of her shirt, I don’t know if they know how they inspire, or if they want more credit than I’ve given, but they begged me, judge,each and …
“On Minecraft”, A Video-Game Poem (2013)
I used to have a miniature sand-garden,I used to rake it out when I was drunk,Or mulling something over. There’s something to be said about a canvas with rules,But no answers.
On Children (2013)
I see other people’s kids,And I cry. They’re beautiful. I dunno if I’ll ever be ready to do that,again.
October’s Eve (2015)
lately there’s just been so many reasons –not to write. but fall is finally heretastebuds called it too,too soon,months ago,but I can hear the ACs finally stutter–out. taste of winter in the air,hopeful thoughts maybe: languid dreams of blankets and your skin the way it tastes holiday pears the juice running down my chin. been …
Objectively Unhealthy Optimism. (2015)
There are a lot of things I don’t like about myself. But I’ll know I love you,if I can’t remember them some summer daywhen you ask what they are.
Not Yet a Home (2013)
This house still feels—like a place I am,Rather than a place I live. What without those memories of you blowing me on the staircase,Or that time another you snuck in the window,That time we heard the owl under the cover of covers,Or that stupid spaghetti dinner I insisted on making you,The time you called me …
Not Quite Half-Way (2015)
every pixel on a screenruns a thousand calculations a secondto decide what it should be doing. Minneapolis is a nine hour train ridefrom almost close to here.and it would cost so much to see you,and it would mean so much to see you. in simulations light is calculated rayspoints with motion and directionand we can …
Noise (2014)
I fill myself with noise. bar music blasting, and the way, the way you drape your legs. but, but you couldn’t possibly know, you wouldn’t want to know, how that buzzes me. I get drunker, and I tell you I don’t remember your name; …
Not really a love poem; I just really like blankets. (2013)
Let’s be honest here,It’s more like crawling back into a warm blanket,Than anything else. It’s not so much that it’s easy,You’re a complicated sort of thing, you are,You’ve got constellations for finger-tips, the breadth of you is vast,You contain multitudes, as conflicted Whitman put it. It’s not so much that it’s comfortable,You’ve got heavy grinding …
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