from behind    a locked door
I tell you to leave me     alone.

laying horizontally is an eastern
yoga relaxant for food babies.

I learned this while running in Chinatown
with stolen cash after a mob dinner.

the bodyguard knocked me out and my
stomach felt great as I layed their on the street.

aside from the headache,
and the mild Head-On addiction

I was fine and very sleepy.

laying horizontally is an eastern
yoga relaxant for food babies.

I learned this while running in Chinatown
with stolen cash after a mob dinner.

the bodyguard knocked me out and my
stomach felt great as I layed their on the street.

aside from the headache,
and the mild Head-On addiction

I was fine and very sleepy.

raised by a pack of cigarettes.
easier to quit--
tossed into a roadside ditch.
            •••

your attention span is horrible.
you just proved my point.
I still love you.
         •••

I'll be your empty glass bottle
collecting dust as you collect me--
you'll wipe me off someday
            •••

I miss the fresh air.
google searched fresh air,
ordered Febreeze.
          •••

I'm sleeping next to you
in the morning after
I'm that type.

the older ones are more sturdy;
you feel grounded when you sit down.
the newer ones are illusory;
you'll think you're grounded, but it's just way too comfortable to be sure.
if you sit long enough on the new ones you might fall through the expensive fluff supporting your inactive derrière.
the older ones won't do that to you;
they were hand-crafted with care, molded to never let your *** tumble to the floor
in a frantic attempt to grab onto something, or just to protect your heart from breaking on the splintered wood.
that and the new ones have a Made in China sticker on the left legs.

a kiss
one day I'll be nothing
the best days of my life have been embarrassing myself on social media
it's constant.

there is no sound in the world
muddy infrared generalizations recognized as awareness
in deep thought means I stare at an object in silence.

since then a spider has become more nothing than usual
I think I might have died too
passion for writing is the chemical decay so carbon dating is calculated through words

the truth has never emptied me so thoroughly
my headache is gone, I wish this was good news
a kiss is worth savoring like the number of days your friend's Netflix account stays active

what did God try to create
a reality where one can receive a MFA in loneliness and still manage to be unemployed
that is a distinguished honor especially since Facebook has been pivotal

she was my most loved rainy day--
on this day, as rain fell,
smoke rose above houses, engines whirled and honked, relinquishing fierce flames--
she passed like a hurricane with stronger winds than I had prepared for, knocking me down, cradling my head as I descended. if I was God every day would be torrential downpour, with me,
but everything good doesn't last,
even when you pray tears out of your blessed eyes.
until we are reunited, I await the next season.