screaming at low volumes
jgtaylor the darkness had begun to lift, the sun stretching awake. The cold was a loud obnoxious drunk. The slatted bench violated physics pushing upward into the slow bones of the sleeping. He’d once been at a New Year’s Eve party filled with the most beautiful women. Late into the evening, early into the next year, … Read moreSleeping On Benches
these pointless flash floods from heaven, oh, Cassie, i wish you weren’t gone, i’d take it all back if I could, just to know I ain’t done you no wrong. and still by your eyes I’m smitten, I swoon for your glance ever more, i’d take it all back if I could, just to see … Read moreCass N’ Boots
I once knew a man who said he loved his daughter. He told me of a colt for her, its mother Mare, he slaughtered. I asked him if he saw the Irony, an orphaned colt for his daughter. He swore there was no Irony: it was only his job to slaughter. “An animal is nothing … Read moreHorse Trader
i’ll cum in her ass because she’ll do anything for me, she says. a predictable test, dull. and the thudding of my heart is numbed so that it feels like touching someone else’s heart. i didn’t even bother slapping her. as I undressed her, she warned me that she had to go to work. she … Read moreDo Anything
the wine helps the writing; too many insecurities waiting in the wings for therapy to do any good. the reefer keeps you honest; the poet tends to exaggerate what does and does not love make. too many ways to get it all wrong, not enough to get it right… time was never the enemy we … Read moreUntitled #245
left handed cuddling crashes satellites, moons coming down dear universe, how I wish upon a star i wish i would i wish i might wishes are for assholes. like broken hearts are for assholes. [zappa, frank] (i’m just disappointed, is all) Leonard worries about me. he interferes with the poetry… less chastising as focus on … Read moreCat poems #3
i’m going to bed without a fitted sheet. i imagine you going to bed in clean sheets. trying to shape the dreams before I fall asleep, i imagine you going to bed in clean sheets. i’m living in filth, wear my house shoes outside. i imagine you going to bed in clean sheets. i prayed … Read moreClean Sheets
That moment of peace, after the fear, and the noise: it is enviable. Always twitching, no rest listen for fear: the pinnacle of senses the relief, relaxation, arms unable to rise: prison freedom.
September died on the vine; A virgin still birth. November beat the hell out of October, So we had to stay inside until December. These months, so long standing in the snow in your bedroom, have left their marks so dear on your heart, that January decided he would quit while he was still ahead. … Read moreFall Into Winter
and there in my heart is still love, ugly and mistreated and malnourished with jagged edges and hard seams, it is still love, a wretched stone that pushes my belly out in lonely protuberance. I drown it in beer and wine and sometimes gin and whiskey. I wash it, but it never becomes beautiful, it … Read morenotes from summer 2015