Saturday, February 26, 2011

my type

my type of neighborhood
is where i can come home
and see everyone i know
at great mega local show
so local i could spit and be
home

Friday, February 25, 2011

s please

i just wish
for like, fifteen minutes
things could be like they were
and i didn't have to be so concerned
with being sexy and interesting and new

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

but fuck

my father told me i'm losing sight of it
and coffee is no way to make rent
and i should be big and famous already

but fuck

its hard to break into this town
every one, every thing, already
appears to be broken, still

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

rockumentaries

have been better than melatonin

i prefer ones about british artists

the critics voices so soothing

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

the acid throat tickle
will go away when
mugs stop breaking and
the fridge starts working

Thursday, February 10, 2011

clover

dinosaur vs search

dinosaur vs bedtime
dinosaur vs the potty
dinosaur vs reptile
dinosaur vs dinosaur
dinosaur vs pig
dinosaur vs cat
dinosaur vs king kong
dinosaur vs dragon
dinosaur vs dinosaur games
dinosaur vs bird

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