i remember one time when we stood
with our bare backs to the sunrise
and our eyes fixed on a bluebird,
as stiff and as still as scarecrows, we stood
in rolled-up pant legs and nothing else
in the grass and let the dew cry onto our feet,
we sang to the bluebird at the top of our lungs
and he sang back, a much prettier song.
with tickled toes and flushed cheeks, our Mothers
watched from the porch as we held the sunrise in our hands.
we lifted it up with our strong twelve year old arms
and we brought it Home to them.

you know, i
could do this **** all
day long

someone asked me yesterday
                what ever happened to your girlfriend?
          and i didn't know what they meant
or who they were referring to
at first because
                   i realized i never considered you a friend
            and now i can't even spell your name
      but i hope you still choke on mine
someone saw you yesterday
and they asked you, maybe
                 what ever happened to your boyfriend
        and you didn't know what to say

may i suggest:
he treated me like a lady so i left him like a *****

she came
fast
hard
thick
screaming
moaning
whimpering
my name.

i have tattoos
i have stained my skin
with ink.

call me a young dumb kid stupid *******
unintelligent imbecile

artist.

idon'tgiveafuckwhatyouthink

another one
where i
don't know what
to say;
burrito

I leaned
and asked
Lord Byron,
"This is poetry, right?"

carpet
made of glass
dime sized pupils
translucent torso
punctured

i found a napkin
with this number
on it
in my jacket pocket
it reads 10pm and
a badly scribbled heart



why is my underwear the only thing that i am wearing that smells like *****?

I'm only doing
something this
short because
maybe I'll belong.

One thing
I never liked
about teachers is
how they
browbeat you
with logic and stale ideas.

i smoke cigarettees too **** much.
this is how you know nothing original will be said in this poem.

i use cigarettes as a social crutch.

i don't know about you
but when i'm in the mood to be honest
i'll tell you
i smoke cigarettes because
i want to be 'cool'.

because let's be honest:
i can't think of
a poet
a musician
an actor
an olympic swimmer
a hockey player
a president
a priest
a ****
a serial killer
or a psychiatrist
that's worth mentioning
that did not smoke

yes, i know you can
and go ahead,
but let me first
make a point instead

let me be honest,
if i can smoke a cigarette
and maybe be alone for
5.75 minutes
then maybe
a thought will occur to me
something outside this ******* world
and it will be good enough to write down,
just maybe.

let me be honest
i don't need you
with your judgemental eyes
and your cursory glances
walk away from me
at a party
i don't miss you
i am with her.

i garauntee if you asked
Whitman
Hemmingway
Freud
Phelps
Obama
about their actual relationship with smoking tobacco
they would have similiar descriptions.

but go ahead, tell me
about the hazardous effects of cigarettes
let's talk about the cancer
and the tar
and the disgusting phlem
that i will constantly have to eject
from my throat-hole
when i'm fifty.

go ahead, tell me about
******* people over
and ripping their minds out
and the sickness
and the disease
and how it's all so wrong.
it's as amusing to me as it is to you.
Mcdonald's will **** you.
Pall Mall will **** me.

if i'm forty-five
and not married
and i still have my looks
and charm
and sense of humor,
i think i'll walk on down
to martin luther king blvd
and kick up a fuss,
start up a ****** habit
with a dealer i can trust.