.we are one and theMore Like This
same, that old willow and
me, we stand tall with the
scars that life gave us -
with the names of lovers
carved deep in our limbs,
and old burns from my
Grandpatowering losses, collapsed civilizationsMore Like This
built upon the wrinkles of hands
kissed as you fell asleep for the last time.
i could not say anything and i regret it.
"the kids are at bereavement camp,
jenna started crying in a dairy queen
and said that's where grandpa always
took her after school to get blizzards."
my grandma looks through pictures,
unable to answer questions.
i don't know if it's a real memory but
everyone told me that he won my
bear robin in vegas and i remember
being small and it being a
dark place but my grandpa was there and
i was safe again.
i don't want
to write anymore.
The Long DayA long road, smudged outMore Like This
by the fingerprints on my eyes
left by millions of painful
people prying them open;
and my thoughts like moths
leaving behind their silver dust
as they flutter, away,
finally free from the darkness they suffered
inside of me, never feeling the warmth
of a candle or the death of sunlight,
as they leave, i am grateful, sad.
but moreso i am afraid;
as they disappear into whispering pillow talk
i come to hear an echo
i am not who i am supposed to be.
AnimalsI am a dog.More Like This
I will take your hand
into my mouth and break
your delicate bones, because
you are different
and I cannot be
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It isn't a requirement, but I'd ask that you watch me if you want to keep track of any future releases.
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thirteen fourteen draw the curtain--More Like This
dirt is fed to us for dinner and we're throwing ourselves against
the post cards from grandma trying to scavenge for five dollar bills
and brand new watches. last year's thanksgiving meal sits in the air
like undigested refried bean burritos from lucky's, down the street.
and i'm screaming into the mirror because it copies me and i don't
want to see the way i bleed - but it's just screaming right back. and
the windows are covered by the blinds and i wish i were blind sometimes
because i don't like looking at the tears in the wallpaper and the lungs
inside my chest inside my ribs inside the tree branches sprouting
aunt helen's peaches are closing in on me and i know they are because
i'm under water but not drowning because i cant breathe anyways so
help me. i talk too fast and they don't like it, i talk too slow and they
call me dumb. but the words are frothing from my mouth like sweet
lemonade spiked with rum and i'm spitting out sentences because they taste
like ash on
The Mechanics of Hard VodkaSlow like the onset of spring somewhere in the Appalachian mountains or like the clumsy, fifteen-to-an-half-an-hour wait for sweet debauchery after a hastily swallowed shot.More Like This
And yet, I'd wait.
Continuously, I'd go outside, day after day, in shorts and flip-flops, telling myself that those clouds look like they're moving...
Slower than a sober recoup from
a determined(ly-sated) woman.
Be my shot?
Let me spontaneously throw you down,
spending the first shaky couple wondering
the potency of my intoxicant before succumbing to the Gordian knot in my path.
I most certainly do believe her love would be slow.
And getting slower by the minute.
Even while politely laughing at
another of my stupid jokes, she has Gravity
bound upon his knees,
his heavy song stilled.
This romantic stumbling, this "falling for you"
that should've lasted
for but a moment's consideration, playing out predictably, has been
thrown into stasis.
I'm sure she's got a love
slower than an early morning dream
Blackbox of a Euclidean (air)PlaneLove like a luxury coupe with a glass frame, false controlsMore Like This
and doors welded tighter than a deafly-tuned E string,
it's wild to think a summer's worth of fuel thrusted
us far enough to get
does our smoke blur the lens
after we burn out?
Twisted and leaking emotion, we
leave a messy afterimage streaming behind us; crossing
and recrossing like power-lines in a rainstorm.
It could've been the drugs but
I’ve seen a bridge
survive, pristine in agony, long after the sea swallowed its once-
touching islands in a molten gulp.
The vaulted ribcage of an ancient giant, the bridge bled shadows on both ruins
when the sun splintered through the dusk just
Sabotage & speculation. But,
did we talk? Or did my voice simply
reflect itself across the axis of a reaching mind; a projection of
Vaguely heart-shaped. In another universe, who I amMore Like This
gets dumped by a woman
who in another life
Today I divine this by finding a small blackened potato
between my oven and counter,
vaguely heart-shaped, sprouting
of no use to me,
I think on an inexplicably dramatic
Peapleall words have feelingsMore Like This
they're like little people
made up of smaller parts