Pound for pound
Ounce for ounce
Tell me there’s more
I have so much
We mean it all
Tell me there’s more
I can’t console
There’s no repair
Tell me there’s more
I drink and eat
I should feel full
Tell me there’s more
I should be one
I should be all
Tell me there’s more
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
anticipation
mundane brain
cell amputation
weekdays built
toward bored
flogging guilt
dead med kit
needing feeding
without exit
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 2:14 AM UTC
these eyes as a fish-eyed lens
the mind’s eye turns into them
capsize belly-up again
recycle my abdomen
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC
Winston, how do you do?
The long burn always
suited you.
Somber smoke and draw;
Cut dry but always
pulling through.
Never let the heat run out;
let time lull by and
smother fools.
Brass plume and patting snare.
Our bodies packt like
thieves with care.
Digital patterns breathe like air.
Glue cracking, splitting;
bands don’t care.
Salted earth is always fair.
Fermented stacks of
ashes bear.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
I’m only still
in our bed
waiting for you,
but I guess
just your side
will have to do.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
light-footed,
seeds: hidded.
green-chaired,
white-haired.
jaws: fitted,
teeth-bitted.
one ounce,
too speedy.
three loves,
for teeny.
your lies?
believing.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
Cursor flashes:
there,
and not there;
there,
and not there.
It reminded me of you.
Not because you have left us,
not because you will be back.
But, because of that little glint
that goes as quick as it appears.
My routines have been reduced
to some sort of stutter with no end.
Plural forms when singles will do;
not two leashes, one instead;
one bowl of water, one of food.
They say all dogs go to heaven,
but we don’t get to go with them.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC
Nested topic,
co-diagnostic.
Inverted spirals
contain the heroes.
Double cross me,
ensnare the copy.
Commitment en masse.
Only we can stop me.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
the only way
to leave
without leaving,
to see
without seeing,
to be
without being.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
I know I came home mad
and I know I didn’t say anything
and I know we had family time,
and it was fine.
I know I helped you go to sleep,
peacefully.
I know I’ve built a case
and I know who it’s against
and I know I’m buying time,
and that is fine.
I know that I’ve needed sleep,
anxiously.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC