homelone

you can forget so much in

a house of pizza beer

tree trim friends

and waking up to

showering through

and twitter feeds on

you at my feet

like an animal

sry hun

back to old habits

wide bulging eyes

and finger fucking

mouths like honey pots

post offices

are decent enough

deciding places.

they are also good

for smoking nervously

outside of and

scratching second ever

scratch tickets.

the first being

with him and

it was a dud.

every penny

she turned

had a little

brass prison

behind it

hard water

obsessed with upset

routine reminders like

super shiny sugar beet shampoo

heads smelling messed

is no ending but

bringing labels backwards

means all heads bow

away to look erased

z

in my dream

you were still here

and mr manning

thumbed threw records

i pointed at him

and said see

this is the man

that said he would

marry me

mystery last month poem

run away

a wayfarer

fair and further

seem forever

don’t care so much

don’t say a thing

don’t mind the mood

you're mentioning

i don’t hold on to it

it holds on to me

and looks up

with big saucer eyes

crying for food

some days

are harder

than others

but my love

at least

it’s real

and honest

and something

two today

sick and twisted thought #12345678910

i have more interest and desire

in my toes and your mouth

than i do in waking

social vexwoking

instead of my walks being in old footsteps

i wonder about those

i have left behind

in my minds exile

(was i ever there?)

chap book

she squeezed her shoulder blades together and between the deltas came a flash of discord and it was like losing hair and the first day of preschool and then when every note agreed with each other the back of the girls head in class turned into the front of the girls head in class and graduation robes became bathrobes and hospital johnnies and they removed them all in front of each other in that instant and over and over again they saw each others naked ness but the puzzle pieces between their bodies trembled and shook and they were not afraid but they certainly were the same as the holy other. The notes lined up the dusk frenched stars into a twinkling grid and the truth fell between them like plinko chips and it felt like every elevator in new york city fell to the ground level in the same moment and the one you want is empty and it is safe it is warm it is sound. It brings you to a level the world agrees with

the three helmet headed

lemon haired

fair weather magnet

she showed up

on this coast

so put polaroids

out to dry and try

coffee, champagne

motorized bikes

we can sleep like

kings in a full

then raise happy like

white cotton, black leather

deep eshe

there she is

there's the chick that

cooks hamburgers

and makes everyone

drive backwards

she rules the country

come on

polite dinner conversation

i’m done with

casual dates

just looking for someone

to hibernate and die with

yeah

i’m into nestin and restin

easy as turning n’s to r’s

then lying down

i like being single

i’m single and ready to mingle!

no more like

single and ready to fuck off

like

i already know what's

going to happen

we are going to love each other

and hate each other so much

matthew six twenty eight

consider please

lillies blooming

in warm kitchens

how they burst with sex

and rot to the floor

this little girl

crawls under your desk

stockings trail behind

like a malcovitch portal

blazes a trail of smoke

tumbling down stairs

and she knows

he will care for me

and she folds her hands

and she knows

the lillies are beautiful

and everything

is destined for rotten grounding

pomegranate

fruit of the dead

skin between teeth

how did i get here?

persephone,

perky titted class act

taking your place

and we will wait out

the winter in hades

until spring brings back

a want for the my, the me

unicorn shirt

big and white like

the very first time

but now television and

video home system

and steve martin

are second cotton

needle hopscotch

if we need to still fuck to be friends, we can do that.

do it i will get so hard you will love it.

you're not going to find what you want making me breakfast.

those were the first big tits i've felt in a while. so, thanks.

i can justify anything.

your pictures have risen to the ranks of most masturbated to.

i'm sure this sucks to hear but i already do.

if we need to still fuck to be friends, we can do that.

do it i will get so hard you will love it.

you're not going to find what you want making me breakfast.

those were the first big tits i've felt in a while. so, thanks.

i can justify anything.

your pictures have risen to the ranks of most masturbated to.

i'm sure this sucks to hear but i already do.

if we need to still fuck to be friends, we can do that.

do it i will get so hard you will love it.

you're not going to find what you want making me breakfast.

those were the first big tits i've felt in a while. so, thanks.

i can justify anything.

your pictures have risen to the ranks of most masturbated to.

i'm sure this sucks to hear but i already do.

veins

if you’re reading this

you didn’t keep your promise

and if you’re not reading this

well, i still don’t trust you

but, your red veins

of steadfast devotion

i’m returning by post

if my blood moves without

you beside them

you can blame caffeine

otherwise

i am still and baby blue

like shoe crab blood

at the bottom of the sea

waiting

with perpendicular sting

fluves

i taught my shoes how to multiply by five

they turn tiny toes under, undertaking

in ten wing tipped caskets. a warning

that warming where you want it most

only leads to bleeding out their ghosts.

the day

this was

the day

for the poem

of new love

or a pedicure

but we d nice

agent orange

watching porn

you cool too

the way home

the road safe

are steady, even

paces

even stride

even strife

the luxury of silence

in the still dim room

that went quiet on her

she couldn’t even hear

her toes wiggle

under the sheets

her porcelain friends

looked on with

silent apathy

in the cold new

england bed room

that contained her

warming body and

broken heart, she

squeezed her eyes

shut and when that

didn’t work she

rubbed her

eyes with her

fists until stars

came out

and when that didn’t work

she thought about

backwards beatles and

whistled to herself

the world must let me focus

or my mind will let me go

nothing seemed to work so

she just prayed with wheat pennies

between her teeth and it went like

please and please please and

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