let this be a flowerin a fieldon fire. let this be a trainthat moves backwardsthe more it movesforward. let this be a broken bone,a fractured sense of self,a painting with a bullet woundin its acrylic heart. let this crack openthe shell of everything. let this be an ambulancethrough the small hallwayof your childhood home. let … More let this be a flower in a field on fire
slink up behind them in the stale of night with a baseball bat with nails sticking out of the end and bash them in the head like a zombie terrorizing your childhood home. do not listen to their bullshit. bitch back. stomp on their toes. poison their drinking water. let the fucking curse words shout … More How to Read My Poems
it’s the bones that i’m thinking about. the frame. that which goes unspoken for but consistently holds me up. there is a stream that runs through green hills beneath a harsh sun. the grass has barely started to brown, to burn. and at the far edges of this still life is a frame that holds … More the anatomy of a 31-year-old man
EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AND I WANT TO SLEEP FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS. I’m excited to say my second collection of poetry, Hero Victim Villain, will be released on June 24th from Stubborn Mule Press. This collection is mostly an accumulation of poems that I wrote late 2017 to early 2019. The first poem in the … More Hero Victim Villain – Book Release
great wonder beyond the wall the wall beyond the shadows of something the shadows of something beyond enveloped life oversaturated perfection inconsistent adulterated human experience swept clean like dead flies from the floor beneath the burning building “enso” is a Japanese word meaning circle. ensos are symbolic of many things including enlightenment, infinity and the … More enso poem one
I kind of feel like a field of ten thousand oranges, like a universe made up entirely of suns, like some sort of cosmic relief to be freed from subterranean dirt, like I’ve worked my way through codependent alcohol-induced relationships and deciphered every single Fall Out Boy lyric. I kind of feel like God, except … More The Anatomy of a Thirty Year Old Man
though once her hair was wild it is now tamed seeking refuge from a long life in the sanctuary of a black bandana her eyes sunken in like great ships set ablaze in the starry night beneath her eyebrows like clouds that dissipate slowly through time her wrinkles have formed like drylands under the salt … More An Old Woman of Arles
you are not a flower. you do not rise from the soil like some dandy little spark of life you are not overflowing with green vanity you just are. when spring hits you do not bloom you do not rise up from the cold winter to burst forth into some spectral showcase of expressionistical color … More You Are Not a Flower
oh god dammit enter the cartoon bluebirds enter me skipping through green fields eyes closed turned upward to the sun soaking in the thick mushy grossness of love enter the sleeplessness enter the constant churning thoughts of the idea that someone loves me enter the wrecking ball of puppies enter footie pajamas and popcorn enter … More Enter the Cartoon Bluebirds
You’ve caught me in your net, my dear. I’m not struggling I’m just begging for more food. I’m napping and dreaming of never leaving your doorstep. I’m napping and dreaming of your blood running down my chin. I’m chaotic neutral punchy dry lovely motherfucker these days. The way I smile around the grocery store with … More WOLF.
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