someothertomorrow: I’ve been stumbling Over words Like water Over pebbles Since I was sixteen. sixteen’s awfully late in the game– –to up and decide to start speakin’ I ain’t layin’ judgment, (‘cept I am)I been makin’ water-spout sentences long, long, …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Hey, Hollywood (2013)
Stop telling me damn love stories,Where I need someone else to fix me. What kind of fucking moral is that?
“Hey, About Last Night … “ (2013)
Hey,Do you remember that time when I got blackout-drunk and wrote poem after poem about just wanting to touch you, about fucking you, about how much I enjoy that you even exist for me to desire on the whole spectrum of like-to-lust-to-love? Me either,But I’ve got a hangover,And a notebook full of desire. Not that …
Her in the Mississippi (2014)
Wood hands and gravel voice, how I see myself,but it ain’t the truth of them. I got this vision,Husky and me in chest deep snow,me and candle-light and this house I built, but it ain’t, it ain’t… and I get these pictures in my email, and they ain’t …
Hello Darlin, (2015)
intemperatetouch: We’ve been talking On lines that occasionally crackle And lag Dragging that southern drawl you swear you pocketed Along with a few other knick knacks your fingers have buffed down to worn Out and along so that I ache to hear The names of places said over and over Chicago Has never been more …
Harper (2013)
This is a belated birthday present,and it likely isn’t any good as such.One more year, one more year. wind turbines dot California hills,and most days they spin slowly, massive and quiet.Thick fog rolls in and they’re lost,save the slow flick of the blades out of the mist and into view,some useless giant trying to slice …
Hands (2013)
It’s been years since my hands’ve been this soft,makes the contrast between the skin ‘n the scars easier to read. Don’t have much in the way of knuckle scarrin’,angry as I get, ain’t ever been much of a fighter,not sure where I get ’em,but they coat the outside of my hands,‘n remind me how much …
Half-Truths, Love Songs, and Tommygun Tunes (2014)
Dear you that I do not, may not ever, have not known,I love you.That that isn’t some facitious facsimile about peace and world love,my love is sloshing over in this tumbler as I animatedly swing my arms to illustrate my drunken stories,my love is the condensation on concrete basement walls in old night whispering homes,my …
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*had* a love of my life (2013)
in highschool, I had a love of my life. she was a poet, an artist, a gaea soaked athena, and she walked everywhere in sunlight. we fought like sea gales, and fucked like hurricanes, like summer days, like winter, …
Guitar Solo (2015)
there’s a guitar solo at the end of Trailer Trash by Modest Mouse. ‘n it ain’t quite a solo,’cause the other’s don’t cut out,but the singer stops,‘n the guitar takes his place. found more of myself in those chords,than I ever found strewn in other people. but fuck if it ain’t hard to remember.
