"C'mere, baby,
let me tell you how it is"
he said,
words spilling from
his mouth
like fishnets;
his lap a
landscape of regret,
reeking of a
stale, undead age.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Bad Influence
Every time I start to
think
I feel like I need a
drink
Maybe I should stop to read
Bukowski.
think
I feel like I need a
drink
Maybe I should stop to read
Bukowski.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Dare
Ash fell
on the
D.A.R.E. sticker
on his
desk.
"Those were the days."
he thought
and coughed.
on the
D.A.R.E. sticker
on his
desk.
"Those were the days."
he thought
and coughed.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Troy.
Once
you stuffed them
into ships and huts
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them humanity.
Now
you stuff them
into blocks and jails
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them clemency.
you stuffed them
into ships and huts
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them humanity.
Now
you stuff them
into blocks and jails
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them clemency.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Dream.
Once I dreamt
of Jonathan Franzen.
We shared a sweater
and a cigarette.
Before I asked him
how to write
I finished my drink
and woke up.
of Jonathan Franzen.
We shared a sweater
and a cigarette.
Before I asked him
how to write
I finished my drink
and woke up.
Growing Up.
I was a father once
had silver-gray hair
then
I became a child
and finally knew
everything I would ever need.
had silver-gray hair
then
I became a child
and finally knew
everything I would ever need.
Breaking Beds
we wrecked a
bed
in youthful
wrecklessness
from the backseat
of our fathers’ car
to the back of the
bus
ten minutes
to downtown
was enough
other kids’ stupor
(turning into an
adults stigma)
never caught on
to us
your parents’ basement
a practice field
tests without results
we painted our story
with all the colors
we could
find
Our world held
together
by three words
and a
hair slide
We joined in
fearless talk of a
non-combatant
future
bed
in youthful
wrecklessness
from the backseat
of our fathers’ car
to the back of the
bus
ten minutes
to downtown
was enough
other kids’ stupor
(turning into an
adults stigma)
never caught on
to us
your parents’ basement
a practice field
tests without results
we painted our story
with all the colors
we could
find
Our world held
together
by three words
and a
hair slide
We joined in
fearless talk of a
non-combatant
future
Monday, September 12, 2011
Dilemma.
I want to see people
and I want to see lights
and I want to stay in.
The pleasure, the privilege
in a room
keeping me safe.
I want to experience
but I
can't stand experiencing
the hideousness that
lurks around every
corner
So I am
cornered in the
four corners.
All that is left
to see
is on a screen.
The light that never goes out.
and I want to see lights
and I want to stay in.
The pleasure, the privilege
in a room
keeping me safe.
I want to experience
but I
can't stand experiencing
the hideousness that
lurks around every
corner
So I am
cornered in the
four corners.
All that is left
to see
is on a screen.
The light that never goes out.
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