Poetry
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Poetrywhen did you see it coming
was it during an evening walk in contemplation of the sinking sun that its illusion whispered sex burn destroy or during all of winter…
PoetryAFTER JOE BOLTON (FOR TOHM BAKELAS)
On the day my father was buried it didn’t rain and a friend of my brother’s used up all the tears I couldn’t shed…
PoetryA Hunch
I have a hunch about this course of angsty little scenarios some over which I have no control but could better handle tra-la Others…
PoetryI WAS SENSITIVE
I was sensitive but they pulled the petals off one at a time now I am a naked madman just standing there
Poetry7:40
whether we write a poem or pull a trigger we all go on daily flushing our piss into the earth
Art, Poetry. selective.
like to be quiet, speaking only when you asked the question. not sure why i came. i think you invited me?
PoetrySigns
My neighbor Bill wanted me to meet some of his friends. I was a little apprehensive because I thought they might be part of…
PoetryDepression is six months of laundry
recycled on a garage floor, the six months before you almost had a handle on. It’s not telling anyone. Rewashing everything on the bottom…
PoetryThe Cleaver days
life in suburbia, where the dogs sniff the grass and sniff again and the men of the households on their riding mowers shave perfectly…
PoetryCertificate of achievement
there is a dusty old box in the back of my mind crumpled and damaged from all the things piled on top of it…
