love

so-me s-craps

the perfect sentence has not been written yet for in writing there is no perfect sentence it exists only in yet * freedom is not having no fear but instead not fearing no * nothing works well except perhaps nothing * don’t want to lose that love by using words like love that have felt … Continue reading →

decapitate winter

the summer in her breath settles the city inside shade providing momentary coolness where i bungle my words against a wall of teeth like like like i like you but she’s gone addressing the harvest that will come from someone else not like me * poetry is me sitting here stuck wishing i was standing … Continue reading →

day lily

i am an ordinary man who hopes in some special way this sin won’t be used against him as he goes about his day to be gone by night and slumped in his bed still but still stumbling on about what happened maybe yesterday or two years ago when there was a chance to not … Continue reading →

(w)a(r)

soldier of breath armed with exhalations and arms that are taking too much oxygen pressing her away   meanwhile the heart is losing the battle and there is a foxhole somewhere you might fit into but she feels clunky and tired and worn like a used gun that smokes too much and shoots too little … Continue reading →

sue i side

you should do that thing you should do before you told yourself you shouldn’t * i am the umbrella and the rain and the river that once brought about both thousands of years ago waiting for them to come back tired and crying from above hoping for gentle brush of calm reassurance against the drowning … Continue reading →

the big contraction

and do i contradict myself no i am the universe yes i contain multitudes maybe i need a little more little   and a lot more less * i am a body paragraph without a thesis a run on sentence tired and panting a constant conjunction hoping for more than or a two sided sword … Continue reading →

the royal poor

poetry is powerless until you come along lonely hoping to find something that will make you feel powerful and like you belong again   hi king hi slave * we are the only planet to know we know we are the only planet who can love and lose this love and this makes us forget … Continue reading →

type setting

broke end

all is not enough for all the universe yawns into excitement daily do the same make your you * one day i will look back nearly blind and without will and i will say how much i could see then * poetry is a thug that takes your money and leaves you broke * the … Continue reading →

nighthood

there is a poem written that will make it so no more poetry will be written   this is not it though it starving and short makes me want to stop writing * love give me a chance for chance gave us love in between all those people who we could’ve met we met we … Continue reading →