Poetry

There Should Be an Animal

Now

no leaves left on the trees I get to look deep into the woods now

EARLY CHRISTMAS

I work (slave) at a dollar store they put the Christmas shit out in fucking August instead of a star there should be a…

The Purpose of Floors

The slow and sullen wind that lingers in the corners of my room, compact, brooding, breathes in, breathes out, sighs and shifts, rises, falls,…

The Price of Eggs

I dreamt I was a kelp forest swaying in pitch- -black waters. Above me moonlight fluttered like confetti and seagulls roosted on cliff-sides and…

The Poem I Didn’t Want To Write

In twenty twenty-eight, light narrows, ink falls silent in the streets. Words shaved of edges, poetry a lost shape, a forgotten voice in fog.…

this poem is for every drunk who is sober today

I told this to a waiter taking my drink order. “I don’t drink when I’m sober.” He stared at me for a long moment.…

Pantoum: American Recessional

For frantic boast and foolish word—​ Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!​ —Rudyard Kipling​   The City on the Hill is turning out its…

ASSHOLE

I scrubbed out my asshole today it’s clean and shiny hell, I might even get it bleached it could use it after 46 years…

googling for hope

i can’t find all my friends today where they live inside my phone but i pray they find the blankets i am sending ~…

When I got free

  ________________________________________________________________________ Oil on canvas. 90 cm x 90 cm. 

Anaphora

The question becomes one of questions and more questions.​ The question becomes which question to ask.​ The question becomes whether to ask it at…