Saturday, February 26, 2011
my type
Friday, February 25, 2011
s please
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
but fuck
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
rockumentaries
Monday, February 21, 2011
war head
i couldn't possibly
write a poem at my fathers bar
im waiting for him, killing time
it's like
at softball practice when
we would sit around with
a pile of warheads
and unwrap the amount we
betted we could stomach
im counting the candies
and taking a drink
for every one i put back
In the pile
Saturday, February 12, 2011
it's just gotta
Thursday, February 10, 2011
dinosaur vs search
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
getting back
i left something outside months ago
the snow swallowed it up
sedentary and never ending
the snow piles walls
between cars
and sidewalks
(you, now)
the thing lays there
forgotten and sleeping
in blank albino sand dunes
leaving endless shoe puddles
expressionless and unapologetic
i was sure that, a surer sure than usual
a bath would be taken for the first time in years
even if I have to boil every pot in the house tonight
it is warm and almost free and the thing i can’t remember
that I left in the snow will wash off me like stepping salty boots
in a fresh spring puddle and every vertebrae will think of when they
can lay exposed and beaming from a swinging sundress, and stay there