"whateverthefuck" poems
I'm spending some time in the forest, sleeping in the dirt
I'd call it soul searching but I treasure the ambiguous
It's more of all inclusive whateverthefuck
I felt like getting in touch with my primitive side
The concept is a gnawing rat behind my drywall brain
Something inside repressed by social structure
Everything was going pretty well
I found a squirrel, slow clap, am I right?
Cut the cute little ******* open
and fed myself with the grace of a sick dog
Shortly after I felt better about my masculinity
it's been cheapened so many times before
In that moment, I went for a little stroll
I stumbled upon that tree we carved our names in
the symbol of our love held up nicely
Unlike the practice and actuality
In this moment, I wonder what lime disease tastes like
Then, casually, I remove my matchbook from my pocket
along with the kerosene from my bag
I circle the tree, covering it as far as I can reach
Distributing it in the way a child tosses autumn leaves
on the last day of fall
I smile, watching the flames meet the sky
Sharing mutual agony with the tree
I am cynical
I am heartbroken
I am on fire
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
"i wish you were here!" like a
postcard from a journey to a place
too far away from you
it’s hard to think straight when
all i can do is imagine your hands on
my lower back or my cheek or
over my lungs as i breathe your name
like a prayer to god who could
move a mountain or two
connecting me to you
distance is only the passage of
time to connect two dots, it feels
like an illusion it feels like
something i made up in my
mind
an excuse
for no use
i can’t get you out of my
head, i can’t get you out of my
words, i can’t get you
out of my
hands
into my heart
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC