At our best, we were pouring cheap tequila into our sodas beneath the cafeteria tables in the middle of the week while loudly pontificating on the meaning of the spoon sculptures of our very quiet friend. This is commonly known as sleight of hand,and it’s why I know we were very good at running.
Post Type Archives: Poems
depression #2 (2015)
– fuck. –
depression (2015)
– there is nothing you can do that will fill this space. –
Dedication Page (2014)
Ghosts of her words heard only in the copied&pasted internet.
Dear Tumblr, (2014)
reamsofnonsense: Just becauseyou format it like this, doesn’t make it a poem. Dear poet,if you don’t value formatting,then you don’t. But there is nothing that isn’t a poem.We poets are that unimportant.We poets are that important. and if you’ve never seen the meaning a little …
Dear, Love Has Nothing To Do With It (2013)
I want to leave you bruised and sore and feeling wonderful about it.I want to take you, Bend you over, And make you swear you’ve seen god in the grain of the fake wood of this desk,I want to fill youBe you,Become such a part of you that we melt together for that endless fleeting …
Dead-Beat (WIP long-form performance piece) (2015)
i’m tired, kidreckon you are too. seems like we been at this since before anything. ‘n there’s always the somebody, the reckless ‘n the wild, tellin’ us we ain’t enough, …
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date night (2015)
i don’t want to take you to dinner forcast says a rainstorm is on its wayopen the windowslay a towel on the sillsit side by sidesay nothing critics gave it a thumbs down,but i still think it’s worth the effort.
Dandy(lions) (2013)
The greatest aspiration a tuft of dandelions can crave(Other than the complete and utter destruction of all smog producing industries [and paper companies {and anyone involved in deforestation}])is to be planted conveniently close to a keyboard. Everyone knows dandelions are inherently poetic.Otherwise they wouldn’t be the favorite flower of that six foot tall woman I …
Dakota (2013)
you belong––with tall streched tales told by flickerin’ light, an aphrodite child walkin’ graveside, ancestrial bones clawin’ up to reach you. history filling your footsteps– –your mother half discordant, an unsteady diskiltered perpetual chorus– dark dredged echos scraping long, long, after. but sunlight ‘n overtone harmonies muffled– –the …
