slower is easier, actually
these bed posts are kind of mean
there's something
i'm not saying
and i'm wondering where it could
be
actually, that's comforting
sincerely, that's flattering
basket case of novelties
heavy hearse
heavy frequency
it's lending it's hand to you
something promised
and running true
in the castles, there are heartless fools
they are deconstructing
with lofty tools
magic
mystic
unconsciously
mathematic and feverishly
running forward to
a destiny
flailing backwards
to an epiphany
slower is easier, actually
these bed posts are kind of mean
there's something you're not saying
i'm wondering where it could be
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
don't like hellos
don't like goodbyes
don't like seeing you unintentionally
don't like being used
like being used
like seeing you unintentionally
like goodbyes
like hellos
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
flying juniper arrows
fell asleep by the meadows
struck my body with vengeance
that night you screamed at me sweetly
made me tear at my covers
blackbelt in bedsheet karate
i was the kid in rehab who
my counselors let
watch movies
past my bedtime
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
I dream of women;
a Dionysian slip
through Apollo's cracks
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sat down next to this seven year old kid named Max.
He could play a couple songs on the piano, it astounded me
He then sung to me one of his songs that he'd written.
He would ask questions like, "How can I fix this?" -
as he pointed to the bottom of a handrail that shifted with weight.
I sat with him a while, and he made me want a child.
He made me want to bring a being into being.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
something looks and creeps on the countertop
parasitic cyst
up on the table
a phonograph feeding me from way back
a comatose short
you made me outnumbered and sorts
a different flesh
but you feel the edge
and feel suprised but
you know just what i am
a different life
and we were encumbered
and adorned
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
okay alright o'
i want you naked again
god ****** kay, fine
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
smoking *** turns you into the walking dead,
which i've been watching all day because i smoked ***
- not a bad show, really -
where's the girl at? where's the nice shot of whiskey?
haven't checked
these poems aren't even good, just some ****** little tidbits
i blurt out
when i have nothing else to do or no one to talk to
but,
actually,
now,
i'm gonna watch a movie or something
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
Billie Holiday samples -
rich hors d'oeuvre's -
your brother ******* his
girlfriend, thing
your brothers ******* their girlfriend
things
and so magnets make me weak -
but not always -
the sleeper is a comfortable skin -
a flock of seagulls
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
in the early morning when i am awake
and no one else is up, i'm the most
hilarious, charming
person ever - or maybe i'm not and i'm just like this
blurred out, half-toned, tripcase.
like a series of spirals
of this delirious sarcastic string of mildew.
but i make myself laugh a lot
by embarrassing myself
i guess that's all i'm saying.
do you feel me dog?
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC