in a sweaty sanctuary
tech is pounding
arterial strobe through
the molly tracked
trails of our ***
i'm praying a priest and
a tangerine might
cure our hell of
billiards and bongs
in the white **** of light
we call night
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
salmon sing stream songs
when wet rain wash river stones
and mosses kiss the shore
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
spinning through eliot circle
the wind gyrates above
flinging pink petals to my lips
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
body dripping sweat
gently kiss the bamboo mat
in chaturanga
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
one time i tripped like never before
and the jazz in my eyes could light fire
to the old couple’s balding heads next to us
in the mineral wells mcdonald’s
it was a missed opportunity
the tab was amazing
and at my peak, i felt that in each passing second
that great poetry bubbling in me
i didn’t write any, though
so you’ll have to deal with this ****
thanks, j.b.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
what sad little fish
had lost faith in the ocean
and swam to the shore
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
my oils will bid these
pages age
and the leather will stain
and we’ll invade iran
and shoot the kids
and i won’t be able to
write in this much longer
because the oils will ruin
the pages and our earth
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC