a three minute poem

i want to be the dog you walk
to hold your life together
in my pause
between jobs

like a love letter line
is a happy tongue hanging
you'll find me
loyal and warm
an easy side
to collect your smiles

take me home
you are done

poems made entirely of nail polish colors:

first timer
i sea you and i raise you
no name
i sea you and i raise you



just spotted the lizard
lapis of luxury
i don't give a rotterdamn

i
cant
wait
to
die
she
said
in

side
the
i

c
yu

know
how
you got
here but
i love you
adelaide 

please

i had dreams
every bad thing
from springfield
turned into a bird
and i couldn't
catch it, even
you

let me for you

your sad piano hands, so sweet

to meet to be a cathedral

we can marry under your worry or

your tabernacle asshole

the oversharing evidence of
period sex sheets reminds me
of old fashioned dance mats
from cartoons, with shoes

best whistlers never

this is just like that time
the second best whistler
in the city
saw me teary eyed outside for you
with his guitar and
started his mouth

today is the first day of
the rest of those days
that we had being
brought back to the
days that we have now

sometimes the rain
sounds like balls slapping skin

slugs and my wet pussy

slugs and my wet pussy
both dry up and die for
salty finger folly
and regain in the rain

always never hope

when I worked out
our knots, and knots in
necks, I didn't expect
the kay to drop

leave me in the absence of space
find me by the night of day
and pray, with words
that weren't worth waking
to the nobody upstairs
you always never hoped was there

yes miss

all I want is
to make you happy
so I smack you in the head
and shove my feet in your pathetic face
and try to kill you with my butt and hope
that these are the things
that make you happy
most

I have ten minutes to think of something romantic and profound to say to win you over but all I can think of is how your body and my body are puzzle pieces and what your face used to look like when i walked in coffee shops and what I will look like to no one now

i am sorry, for
whatever i did or
whoever i am that
led you to wake up and
drive me to work
for the last time

sad poetry, oh noetry

I'm happy
(happy?)
I took my break
before hers
just so
we have had been
dating
for a half hour
more

I bought
thirty dollar
socks

just so
you can take
them off

in between mms and ooms and ions and pillow your and face on my face I slide like k.y.

and Indian giving

sitting Indian style
has little to do with Indians
unless
Indians sat around,
smelling your cum
leak out their pussies
as if by some
forgiveness of osmosis

I love and miss you so much at the same time that I am in a constant state of nausea and panic

I would ask you to run away with me
if my mouth could find your ears
if my mouth could find your ears
then my finders could find
the opposite of your elbows and
touch and
maybe we wouldn't need to talk
but sleep like trees in summer

back room bargaining

bare feet on concrete,

feeling the shock of cool

and think, of sleeping with

you like river rocks

sound to now not move against

change. leave me here.

knees to my chest, choking

or relieving choking.

calming, or relieving calm

fresh is the word that runs

into my arm crooks like rain

fresh. you or her or us but

fresh, a fresher something

ever in crispers crisping

or tossed plastics in the air

a botched dining tv spot

fresh, or feeling fresh, looking

fresh. needing fresh seeking

something shocking, an ice bath

dunk tank you and me say, need. 

funny how
a room of jerking hands
flit about like birds in love

lone star #42

I hear
out west
the men wax their chest
and the women wear it
like a breast plate battle

I hear
out west
they say things like partner
for people they love
and live in living rooms

piggies 2

paper chasing
i forgot my czetchbook
a good mandarin is hard to find

eye have found space for us

resting in the crest of e's

lying in the slide of y

you gave like a gaggle
who stayed like a gargle

walkie talkie sexty texty

ok yes please can i come over

ok yes please. can i come, over?

your fist
is in
the pussy
of my
heart

your elbow
enters
the asshole
of my
soul

on my chest
a spot where
my first love so
lightly touched
was a cross
and sunburn
and fingertips

on my chest
now hangs
a gold cage
and a pearl
like a lost tooth
with a chain so thin
you would think
it didn't want
to be here

discreet place to cry #24

on the back of a windy motorcycle
(full face helmet optional)

oh holy hell hole holly

dumb old cold ho hum doldrums
oh I can't, coke can can come

shut doors leave
an imprint

negative colors
of you on
wood moving walls

never replace
the fade I fancy
supposing
we both walked away

aren't you glad god gave me a pussy
so you don't have to fuck me in hangover poops

cunt ass concussed customer

psilocybin
psycho guy binge
sight so high
I eyed my eyes cringe

the sign of the sword
the sign of the self

what sounded like
a bird
exploding
with joy

was the
over steamed
bath towel
falling