I can’t quite make it out
but I can feel it giving way
to the pressure of my fingers
I can feel that joyful squish
Tag: poet
Chipping scabs, touching stars
dancing on floor made of
cracked and splintered bone
skin stretched thin
scarred pink and white
I can forsake you too
two devil’s on my shoulder
both on one side
one sat down, gently
with grandpa’s big smile
Filmed poem – The heart slaps along
The heart slaps along
To the scavenger
write as a vulture;
The ants are back
The ants are back looking for their food
and I don’t see them until they wind
This heart
And beauty slathers itself
on rusted sheds
cricket legs
a field of dust and weeds
Only marrow enough
And beauty slathers itself
on rusted sheds
cricket legs
a field of dust and weeds
You know
you know you’re alone
but that little blue ball
Bukowski’s little blue bird
still hops
I don’t want to smoke
I don’t want to smoke
and I sneak away
to coffee shops
and think about smoking
Now I have the time
Now I have the time
to pay attention to the names
of musicians
both living and dead
I know a great writer
I know a great writer
but you don’t
her greatness is planted
in not knowing, not
lazy day with nothing to say
snow buried, re:
whites, grays, haze
Trieved to a
Saint slobbering Bernard
Oh, rolling tongue
Oh, rolling tongue
thick fatigue
lolling numb
“I’s” and “Me’s”
A sip of marrow
My eyes glaze, I lick my lips
and dream of your apocalypse
Inside my chest there lives a cat
I called it names to which it spat
‘til desperation made me scream
I know not, love, for what you dream
And Paul
we want to see beauty
and we’re the same
with different words
so I choose carefully
Until I get to later
I tried drinking
Like Hemingway
But the loneliness was unbearable
Teddy bear
Teddy bear
picking seam
removing fluff
piling up
Teddy there
And I want to be the king of my castle
And I want to find words that aren’t in a book
And I feel too much pain will allow me to look
It was the times
And
I write them out
So plainly
Too quickly
Youthful Beauty
The pianist’s fingers bleed
for the raised voice
recognition
of barfly’s and
passersby
Pulling down words
Follows
Gravity
Mixed
Literal
I tried to bet the ponies
I tried drinking
Like Hemingway
But the loneliness was unbearable
Forced words
A train not even crashing
No explosion
Just quietly retiring
Off the tracks
If you’re lucky enough
And if you let yourself go
you’ll bloom in a shimmering galaxy
of golden hair
And it’s in my chest
And I keep pressing down
And I think of a pianist
And I want to make music
And I hate the things my fingers leave
And I make noise
The pianist
And the pianist
Presses
Amazing Grace
The sky is mottled with pregnant clouds
The sky is mottled with pregnant clouds
Contractions of wind huff harder and harder
Trees protest throwing down leaves
And still I stay outside
Tomorrow I leave on a road trip
I’m 35
We know each other’s vices
We’re driving to the deserts of the Midwest
We’ll see strip malls
gas stations
fast food
On our way to beauty
I took in a breath of fresh air
And now I’m closing
my eyes
and breathing in the pillow
she
leaned on
Float, Volcano, Marathon
Finger through tar race chariots of fire
One view, two views, three views, four
One like, two likes, then no more
Liberty, Sweep, Inspiration
You, the conjuring of muses
Baring a bounty of abuses
Betraying only grace
And I can’t look away
True, Beat, Receipt
Bow rips
Sheep guts scream
Bow rips
Audience roars
Honor, Describe, On
Speculative hypothesis
Speeding ticker tape
Brought to you by Skype
Hairy knuckled apes
Deny, Aloof, Fame
Wearing masks
Hiding flasks
No more smiles
Wandering aisles
Condition, Skin, Waiter
Pain, pangs, sharp, dull. Internal buzzing, humming, thumping, drumming. Moon lathers, shaving, slivering, chiseling, waning. Time
Trade, Imagine, Concert
To give one thing for another.
To create in the mind a picture of what could be.
To act with another in harmony.
And my youth is…
Let it be
in the silent scream
of a shooting star.
The Fool’s Pleading
The echoes of rejoicing muted by the island’s sands. Drowned by waves of realization that we are sound itself reverberating off of infinity’s pretzel-ed pipe.
Social Security
The castles moved straight,
the horses made hooks
as the black and white shapes met their fate.
Sabbath Mourning
When skunks didn’t remind me of smoking and mint was just for candy. When a quarter was more valuable in my piggy bank than in my pocket.
I am a man
I have a hot temper
I am confident in changing a tire
I tremble when jumping a car battery
I was a lover
The question of my last breath is either sober or whiskey soaked. The continuous monologue in my mind reaches the end of its reel. I am not making sense but its my senses that make me.
Cart, Applied, Pop
Forever
is the theory
of love
applied science need
not apply
Race, Cry, Item
furs blur
cotton tails fly
shells drag
Heads stir
Qualify, Screen, Reaction
Tear down the bricks
Tear up the flix
Tear down the walls
Tear up the dolls
Tear down the malls
Tear of the curtain to see all the tricks.
Sex, Win, Deposit
Adventurous fingers
traversing dunes, peaks and valleys
pushing in territorial flags
