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staple 'em down i say the stars and the moon |
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stain 10 cups tap water with 5 tablespoons coffee |
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Because the furnace was broken, we turned on the oven |
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i hear your music through the walls |
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rebuild from coffee up the morning that collapsed |
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let me also remember the joy of floating upright as far from the ground as from the sky |
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the moon fails to put a shine on these lustless unremarkable hauntings |
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follow the tic-tac-toe of his belt that’s his dog that bright one right there |
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where am i what am i doing here why am i holding this hand grenade |
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one layer at a time the sky collapses till a dark gold ring surrounds the earth |
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prematurely gone to dust there i fell and there i stayed |
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bless this home and all those employed here |
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i’m taking you back out of this dark and forgetting place into the daunting glare of the stage lights |
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long overdue long look at yourself |
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finally got around to raising that ruckus took me long enough am i right |
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My loveliest chokes and warbles fall, rise, echo unheard, return to earth and die. |
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crack your knuckles pray for insight play metallica |
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a moth flitted around my phone as i fired up a game |
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ducks waggled through like tourists kids the same left footprints in the muck like the ones on the moon but deeper |
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i lean against my car for one more bukowski poem |
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there will be birds who know you by name not a one of them can be trusted |
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thought he was praying but he was scrolling through his phone |
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you overlooked the path of my fingerprints highlighting the secret message |
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what if it hurts forever? |
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my daily mouthful of blood |
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this used to be a bird |
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thousands of tadpoles attempt to ripen into a throng of frogs |
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make love to the virus |
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no one posts a facebook congrats on my minor reincarnation |
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i broke free on a tuesday |
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the weave of color that heaves up over the hill like flags of a safe and welcoming country |
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rules have changed and nearness is the new weird |
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plunge your face into the petals let the scent absorb you |
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my storm dropped around me as i drove |
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some genetic gear slipped its strand announcing my decline |
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dying is the ugly scribble of yarn wasted as you learn to loom |
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this is the day you'll find god |
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i get the shakes if i go too long without |
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you savage your errant words with a pencil’s unforgiving end as if to punish the paper for its lack of oversight |
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it seems every year they up the price of a dream |
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when you have nothing to write about, you write about writing |
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it all seems heavier at night the rage of all those eons heaving down upon you |
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an acorn remembers its future |
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your eyelashes and birthday smoke fetch nothing from an indifferent sky |
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i have no advice to give no pearls of wisdom to disperse |
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it lives on basement dank and starves its own dreams just to make them stronger |
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the dice drop nothing but eyes |
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oh the rush of accomplishment that comes with that click |
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what you find you keep to yourself what you love you love alone |
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hope fled and i sped after in a '98 taurus shaking like a wet puppy and reaching out the window every twenty seconds to wipe the rain from the windshield |
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you leave all the pages empty the ink unspent |
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How can a perfect stranger come into your life and hijack your heart? |
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above the broken dunkin' donut promises |
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All the girls swooned for A guy who could play guitar. I took up the bass |
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poor aurora like a sunflower heavy with lovely bent by the weight of her own light |
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write down a word quickly the first that comes to mind |
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i looked into a truck stop mirror and saw |
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next time i say no i'll mean it |
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we fully expect you to hate us once in a while almost as an after school hobby |
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into and out of the parking garage through the front door with a card swipe the elevator is waiting to eat you |
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tight black power lines cut the sky into ribbons the clouds do not mind |
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my river is a woman as beautiful and fearsome as any i've known |
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i will never be a rich man but i can give you poetry |
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now reach again into this fire it is also your heart |
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a loud and lonesome bird has built its nest in my heart |
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far greater than any sunset i've ever seen or any ocean i've ever challenged are the soft weapons of her eyes |
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i prefer my tree dressed in april |
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his eyes follow me i sit only a few feet away and tell him it's not safe here |
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when it begins to break hold your heart in your hands feel it kick like a restless toy |
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january lies and says you're forgive |
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dark december elves scuttle cross the rooftop tuck and pitch down the flue |
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unfamiliar with the usual posturing i prayed from my chair over coffee |
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i live with a black cat named rainbow |
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the sky rolled like a funhouse barrel and she fell tumbling to unfold at my feet |
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everything was easy cash like a pad of post-it notes and time enough to ramble and pause |
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don't come calling this weekend my phones will all be melted my doors will all be dumb |
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astronomers and meteorologists are hard at work even as i speak to find a perfectly good explanation for the rain of blood |
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all junkies must be destroyed |
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one remains between granny's nails blinks and buzzes and worries its wings |
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My heart moves like a shuffled deck. |
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i believe if god touches us at all, it will be with the back of his hand |