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You tell me that if you love something then let it go but my neglected goldfish would have other words when it is gurgling toilet water and so would I under the same care, but you don’t understand either of us * The shadow doesn’t share itself with darkness; it is gulped like a tongue … Continue reading
Am I good looking, the smoke coughs while I click through leathered bags of flesh that can be pounded and still rebound and she undresses and redresses in front of a dirtied mirror which is just sand ground up into her and she is ground up into me later on when I’m less soft and … Continue reading
This is the end though I suppose there will always be more because here I am writing after the fact even if it means saying nothing at all which I’m sure some would say you and I amounted to – the nothing emptiness between two burlap peach sacks during the collapse of a swimming pool … Continue reading
The world is too young to have this many old around who say that this is the way the world works while I’m here a martyr of laziness slipping around with one sock and mustard stains and an airplane strip for a forehead and a child’s Halloween bag for a stomach trying to do very … Continue reading
The gun’s grown old and forgetful but I have only grown old because even now my hands are half-closed as though in an embrace and my eyes are narrow as though daylight didn’t bleed and my breath is still as though I need to stop someone elses’ lungs to start my own but I am … Continue reading
I think I will spend a lifetime trying to be comfortable with funerals until I am uncomfortable at my own for I could use a little more elbow space and a lot more daylight * There are days when there are nights when the moon greets the sun with holes in its teeth and when … Continue reading
A good friend of mine joined the military because he wanted to kill someone and I told him I was scared for him and he said I shouldn’t be and I said fine but you don’t have to go through all those hoops just to end a life and he said but I wouldn’t get … Continue reading
Nobody publishes poetry anymore and I am a no body publishing poetry to people like you and I am afraid to waste your time or that you’re hoping for something from me or worse yet is that you’re not and that you’re sick because I am and you are reading this insisting on a cure … Continue reading
The end of a relationship is a funeral where you see other couples who kiss and laugh and love like you loved and you are reminded that in another life not so dressed in black that maybe you’d be with that girl who is with that boy who would be with no one if you … Continue reading
Two pieces of ham slapped onto the pan of my body oiled with sweat and I exhaust like a tortoise hallowing a shell which he hopes has a mate in it though he can’t be sure because she can be hiding in herself or maybe she’s just tired and maybe I exhaust more like a … Continue reading
