my name's on the gold card she said
membership went straight to her head
told her **** off
turned into a cough
smiled, said thank you instead
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
silence
three quarters up
an excuse to leave behind
what i felt is worth
leaving this silence to forget itself
to forget that i ever
once wanted a smooth path
bricks lain out to find patterns
in the cracks
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
fine line balancing act
a liquor jar tight
rope around my neck
i see clearly
i see double and
i choose to grasp at
the reflection in the glass
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
my muse sinks to five times filtered depths
that twist lemon, orange, sugar rimmed
five times distilled,
filtered depths
that fill half empty
gin blossoms
dry on ice
shaken not stirred
bruised, black eye
****** smile
seductively pouring from throat
through keeping thoughts straight
burning time will keep my heart from freezing
standing still while
words escape
me.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
living like goldfish, you do not understand that you can stop swimming
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
gold
thought
spiral
natural
golden thought cycle
god's natural infinite spiral
eye
burnished gold
tarnish
god's
cyclical thoughts
golden spiral
infinite growing
recurrent cycle
spiraling towards god's golden eye
circling nature's burnished cycle
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
phoebe will remain my hostage until
four barrel's hipster overlords hear my plea
we're all made of sparkledust and turkish delight
and if you hate drinking sonoma butter and
having money, my doctor Archmage Overlord
said the the "happy drink" element you seek is
less like strong coffee and more like the invasion
of normandy with turkey slaughter in the background
kfc's new turkey flavored chicken tried looking
for drugs in the neighborhood but
timothy leary, his suave excellency, sheik knight of nee
abstained from the devil's coffee with headaches and brain fog
anyway, that's why i attacked the
complimentary peanuts and russian balloon juice
FURIOUS POSTSCRIPT
"no one can understand the truth until
he drinks of the feline's frothy goodness"
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
A few good cocktail days with eyes on July
and a day legend born of money and men and
man, impossible reacher of the wide never and away
with the risky business of love of love of love
of outsiders, of lions and lambs and losin' it
tomorrow the sky taps the endless edge of thunder
shut the vanilla chronicles of tropic love and war
go report on all ages oblivion and the samurai protocol
the mission of a ghost, the worlds of the last magnolia vampire
the right color of rain, the interview of Jack the rock with a gun
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Addict.
electrifying
steel to skin, metal caress
most intimate touch
intoxicating
pleasure and pain mixing bold
sketching hearts on sleeves
exhibitionist
walking canvas, ****** art
permanent war paint
*******
unhireable
regrettable decisions
just wait till you sag
appropriation
tribal skull, rose indian
meaningless symbols
rebellious act
futureless punk ***** loser
nine to five. conform.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
when you catch yourself staring out the window
eyes tracking snowflakes. counting the seconds.
searching for meaning in seasonal change
looking for patterns spiraling in any direction but
down
seeing the sky’s just ******* hallmark card covers
when it’s half past one and you’re
wishing
wishing
wishing for
that snow
to bury
the campus. the people. the ******** assignments.
in something so cold it stings your fingers into feeling
enough to dig out of self-inflicted snow drifts
in something so bright and white that it
washes the grey stains from your eyes
when you let it go let it go let it go
and sit on the slushy side walk – only frozen
but without the ******* feel-good Disney songs
that happily work out ever after
in the happiest place on earth
when you don’t even care enough to finish the poem.
don’t.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC