You realize,That in your footsteps,You tell more stories,Than any poem,Or fiction,I’ll ever write.Life is the thing that drives you forward,And I’m just trying to capture that,You, you are it.
Post Type Archives: Poems
A Poem From the End of the World (2013)
If only it were that easy,You’ll go on.
A poem for the unexpected. (2013)
I love you,And I barely know you,That doesn’t bode well for me.All I know is that you’ve got aspects of you,That I wish I had. You’re a giant of a man,Even if you don’t see it.
A Personal Ad Cut Out With Left Handed Scissors (2013)
I-i-I need to get a handle on this.’s not the easiest thing I’ve ever done,pu-put-putting myself out like this.I want–wait–I need to work up to it.Can’t go back, can’t re-write.I’m writin’ this up on cocktail napkins ‘n coasters.It’s pay by the word,but I got this feelin’ in me,like I won the lotto. You ever won …
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A-One-A-Two-A-Three (2014)
When I was twelve, we broke into this fenced off over-pass, ‘n walked into Waiting for Godot. blasted hill, single gnarled tree. I imagined that it was a her,and that she’d be germanic and softspoken,smelling of early spring, and my god, …
A new robot haiku (2016)
zonked waterfallmarrying behind sunshinedrawer gazes, watchful.
A Mantra for Bad Nights (2013)
Shut up,You’ll be fine in the morning. Tomorrow’s shit is together,You just gotta keep it that way.
A love song for all the poets I’ve ever read. (2013)
Storm-cloud lips,Hail-stone teeth. To be honest with you,I got a whole heap of cynic brewin’ in me.Maybe it’s me ‘n this here alcoholic passion,I ain’t been one for keepin’ myself from indulgin’,But that don’t mean I ain’t got room for you,Just the opposite. What with your storm-cloud lips,Lightnin’ crick-crackin’ at every tongueflip,Thunder rollin’ between ’em …
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A Love Poem to Friendship (2013)
Hey,you remember that time you rolled a spliff,crept out into the frost with me,and we spoke for hours about nothing at all. –used to be that’s what I based relationships on, used to be used to be who the fuck has use for used to be? you and me,we stopped giving a shit,you’re pouring tequila …
A list of things I’ve yet to experience with you (2015)
a day as spent as wesmall touches in the darknessreminders you’re still therewhen the silence stretchesyour heart beating against mine
