I don’t know you, but you’ve got that whiskey taste left on your lips, ‘n I’ve got teeth that want to pull ‘em. I ain’t got a therapist, but if I did: “you ain’t connectin’ to people, kid, you ain’t givin’ ’em enough of yourself, you go half-cocked ‘n saddle-shocked, runnin’ …
Post Type Archives: Poems
introvert (2013)
ain’t it sad,my affection ain’t dead-set,my passion ain’t locked yet.I got this flittin’ pixie nature,I got this pissin’ vapid stature. ain’t it sad,ain’t it sad,ain’t it sad? ain’t it sad I can’t commit? ‘n one ‘n only ‘n only, just got the one, only ‘n one. growin’ up in old drafty houses,growin’ up in good …
Interlude #4: Watercolor 12 (2013)
Read From the Beginning? Drunk, I wake upon her couch, Her roommate and him bustle in, A frozen pizza and beer in hand, She beautiful and sensuous, He ugly, scarred, and coarse. He apologizes for the intrusion on my dreams, And again I drift. Tipsy, I wake upon her couch, He is pouring his fifth …
Infomercial (2014)
“Mr. Kennedy, what’s a poet?” I’m very glad you asked, Cindy, we’ve got a lot to talk about. See, that’s a rather complicated answer, and the answer starts very small, because, Cindy, a poet is someone who creates poetry. Do you know what poetry is, Cindy? “No, Mr. Kennedy.” The definition agreed upon by most …
Illinios (2014)
I dream of thunderstorms. I dream in lightning-cracks and pit-pats. I dream in dark clouds speared by sunsets. I dream for licking winds slick with Mississippi waters. I dream for freight-train roars in green-sick skies. I dream for old home windows rattling their panes. I dream of thunderstorms, …
If only I had cowboy boots (2013)
I got suggested some cocaine tonight, “hey man how’s your night,” “it’s alright, be better when I get my smokes” “but it’d be better still if you got some coke, am I right?” “nah, I’m feelin’ a little more chill than that.”but I listened to the man,got a Cherry Coke and a wine flavored Black …
If I wrote a poem about you, would you love me for the night? (2013)
Let’s not beat around the issue here,I’ve got sex on the mind. But I ain’t ever been too fond of fuckin’ for fuckin’s sake,sure I want to grab your wrists, ‘n hold you down,sure I want to know the taste of your skin,for you ‘n I to leave bruises we have to hide or blush …
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I would like to be in a relationship where we both accepted this as a viable love poem. (2014)
I want you, my marrow cries at the sight of you. Either you’re a bag of pizza rolls,or I imagined you,because I have never known something so perfect. so delicious.
I still have your pictures saved. (2013)
More, more than anything,you remind me of the smell of smoke,the taste of soft flesh,and cadaver {thinking} of sertraline doping my veins.platonic as we are,you remind me most, of {lust}.I nicknamed you for {vices.}
I may be Native, but I don’t know shit. (2013)
Closest I ever been to my Native American heritageis balls deep in this Cherokee woman I was usin’, Told her “I’m using you.”‘n she said “So?” Her skin looked caramel,but she tasted like a woman,and she came thick and hard. She was my height,twice my weight,and she was beautiful. I was usin’ her ’cause she …
