There is a place you told me,
Where the ocean water seeps into the ocean floor,
And then, the cold water disappears,
And we are left, again, standing on the red shore.
Rain King, Rain King, where did you come from?
Maybe I’m from a neighboring land.
But you look at me with solemn eyes,
And say you’ve risen up from these sands.
The earth cries on our skin and together,
You and I enjoy this wilderness and its blood.
Rain King, pluck me a beautiful memory,
And rub it across my lips like moistened mud.
Sometimes it is smooth and gentle,
But other times, continuous and rough.
But Shhh! you say, and then all is quiet,
And a whisper, and in my ear, a lovely huff.
Rain King, Rain King, can you speak words?
Or is your language one of eye and nod?
I am no princess or royal creature enough
To satisfy you and your gods.
But maybe I can still show you,
The blue in the sky you know so well.
Tell you something new about these clouds,
And about the stars from which you fell.
Rain King, Rain King, I know a place too,
Where the rain always falls and love is no threat,
A simple place where you and I can stay forever,
And throw away time and always be wet.
If you need to run, you will.
But know my heart will never be the same.
I will remember you in the way you arrived,
And myself, as the queen I never became.
And Shhh! you say, and then all is quiet.
And a whisper, and then a lovely huff.
Sometimes the rain is sweet and gentle,
But other times, continuous and rough.
Come away with me, you said,
To where the water sinks into subterranean holes.
And there, you said, we’ll find your palace
And the wild country of your spirit and my soul.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
I asked for my imaginary friend from elementary
to make his presence known and there was no
mystery coin
Instead, there was a late night cough, the swelling
of my esophagus so potent was it, the blood
came back up, enmeshed with my bile and phlegm
and there I found myself, lightheaded on my loveseat,
with my arms grasping at my belly, and a lover
on the bed his eyes reflecting back all the contents.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
I feel older, but it's mostly because I am
and this house it’s old too even if you refuse to
admit it
“my parents were the first to live here” was the phrase
and all the parts that need fixing the dripping walls
the cold waters boiling what we can for warmth
the smells emanating from the wood floors, marked
by feet of all types and grimy shoes
it all adds up
the panic, anger, and desperation
so i sent you the dirtiest of pictures with bad
intentions too
and envisioned your eyes trailing the body
of another woman
I made myself sicker in your presence
and let your house consume me
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
I almost forget her name,
the one who sent you the picture of her
pink cunt who maybe, in a moment of angst,
wanted to feel wanted.
I mean, I get it.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach,
Is this thing funny or not?
It’s mid-March already
and I’m still sad and fat but hey,
I’ve got a cat
all slick black with one white spot
Woo-wah Hur-rah hey Zach?
Bet you saw (well did you?)
its street-smart jaw ******
a New York City pigeon’s dirty-ass wing
oh man,
that coil sling cat jumped forward I screamed
as he clung to his prized catch
my cat, it swings and wrings the things that fly all around our terrace
Holy Mackerel, did you see that?
almost gave me the shiver to see him jump so high,
that little cat testing death
for a taste of pigeon pie (or fries)
whichever suits his fancy
Hey Zach, catch that-
there’s a small cat on the 2nd floor
waiting for a Ramsey Gordon worthy dish,
Doors and windows can’t hole him in,
And I fear it’s a meal he might literally fall for.
Hur-rah, fupa? Or maybe something less…you know.
My cat lunged like a living sling-shot
almost over the railing
Pigeon-pied eyed, without a thought
**** testing death
Hey, Zach?
Isn’t that funny?
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:38 PM UTC
Seems fitting like a good thing
to have you in a poem forever the kids
that weren’t mine or me no matter how
much I wanted us to feel like family
Seems fitting to dream P. up a star
playing for a big soccer league on a field
surrounded by admirers for his smile, his wit
his laughter
And would he remember me the Elsa girl
who watched funny animals with him so he
would smile, left behind from a trip one of the
so very few the kids here ever get
and you what to even write? the swings
the ocean the waves of your spirit the strength, dare I say
that made you up from scratch on dark days
the dreams that kept you up, and up, and up
and just like a shudder you both came and left
leaving your steps in the hallways of here
leaving your faces embedded in my heart
taking with you all the good things I wanted you to take
all good things like the dreams
of success, of power, of happiness, of love, of truth, and redemption
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:37 PM UTC
i walked 16 miles with you for Pokemon Go,
even though I knew I didn’t want to, or at least,
I’d have rather done something else
like walk romantically near a lake,
have a coffee at a corner,
eat expensive chocolates at a museum
go to the movies
kiss uncontrollably
so when we made the 14th mile, I could resist no longer
the anger
the urge to fight any woman like me craving your attention
and so I smacked my cheek, hoped someone took a picture
and called it a day
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
My sister is the keeper of nice things some
cheap and others expensive
like Pandora bracelets and quality hair products
for her curls and she likes fine dining
and also Entenmann's pound cake, just flour, butter, and
high fructose corn syrup
My sister is the keeper of nice things, that smell good
like the soaps she uses, the conditioners and body wash
from Marshalls (the good stuff) and those yellow Vitamin Waters
from 7Eleven and the Cheetos.
My sister, she is the keeper of nice things, like
fresh laundry, and comfy sweaters and hot chocolate
on winter days and laughter after school,
She is the keeper of nice things, colored socks and
forbidden pastries, creamy fillings and boy talk,
inside jokes and meaningful music
My sister, she is the keeper of nice things,
like books by Jane Austen and Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
like rantings on a rainy day and a million other things
I can’t think of.
My sister-she is the keeper of nice things, that smell good
some cheap, others expensive…
Apr 2, 2024
Apr 2, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
My eyes wrinkle with pain and discomfort
probably from the toxic levels of ammonia in my room
my cat’s spray marking territory
no matter how barren
If you listen closely in fact you might hear the sound of the mice in our walls
I asked you a ***** question last night
I was pungent too, interrupted showers
or from the natural odors this body emits from
stress and work and undesirable outcomes
I had moved from my seat to the bed, littered with unwashed garments and ties, on one corner
stained with blood from my cycle
I had
forgotten to dab it quickly
And here I found my little life
open and defective like a child’s
suggestion to read the Bible
My garbage overflowed with rotten items
processed foods, exposed to the airs of my room,
the sniffs of my cat and other critters
My eyes shifting forms red and gauzy
Maybe even not even me
Just a mirror of an old human feeling
like desire, hate, envy
Summoning death for all the wrong reasons
to converse like old friends
to be let into a secret room
to become some thing better
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 6:37 PM UTC
the choices were endless the maps
you could trek and run through the shrubs of
all colors and whether or not a killer would
catch up to your swiftness and hang you on a hook
on the screen I could see the reflection of your eyes
how big they get and how disciplined your fingers are
on the control as you press A B or C or D
how endless were the choices of who
you could be and also, the clothes and the hairstyles and the poses
how endless…
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 8:31 AM UTC