poet woke up,alone. writes type-written want ad,poet seeking part-time muse. time snaps and the sunset whispers on,no one answers the call. everyone’s answered the call, but not a soul, not a soul, …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #689 (2014)
I’ve always wanted to be intimidating to talk to,to leave that lasting impression of authority my father did. even if it was all bluster ‘n bluffs, someone worth taking a second to craft a response,but I also like to think I’m fun to talk to,‘n …
Untitled #688 (2014)
It ain’t like the ol’ days kid, .:light’s too damn bright for one;,ain’t got those same-self feels,that comfort haze, that autumn phase, .:ain’t got that wall dropped pirate flag, that dim-lamp candle-light wanna-glow;,when it was that the wine washed when and when it was that was was when,and the …
Untitled #687 (2014)
I’ve seen landscapes that’ve brought me to tears,but they ain’t half as comfortin’ as you.
Untitled #686 (2014)
Darlin’,my darlin’,built of blankets ‘n pillows ‘n dreams of so, so much more,I’m sick today,‘n though you’re a comfort,I need the room you’re takin’ up.
Untitled #685 (2014)
reasons I don’t talk to people,an uncomprehensive list: I don’t know them, they don’t seem friendly, they’re busy, they’re at work, I’m not looking my best, They don’t look like they want to talk to me, I can’t smoke inside anyway, Did you see the free cake in the other room? They can wait until …
Untitled #683 (2014)
it strikes me,sudden and from the black,that life’s been a habit of settling for less,with each new refrain. I wanna sell you something,I wanna stand stage-side and spout these words,I wanna see the admiration in your eyes. I want, I want, I want more,I want to feel about my work the way the vocal few …
Untitled #682 (2014)
if I can make it by on the gettin’ by,can I drive my drive to soar?
Untitled #681 (2014)
I really don’t like my second job.I really don’t like my second job.I really don’t like my second job. and I really want to quit,but how poor is too poor,‘n I ain’t yet starvin’,so I ain’t yet artin’, ‘n I just want a job with words, with words,‘n it ain’t a bold line seperatin’ me …
Untitled #679 (2014)
I dreamt a little dream of you.which is weird,I don’t actually like you.Stay out of my dreams NERD!
