screaming at low volumes
had i no eyes to know your form – had i no hands to know your touch – no mind to see your beauty, no tongue to say this much, your presence wanders across the landscape of my being, an explorer of my secrets, you follow me as i go fleeing no lips to receive … Read morelove’s immigrants
they said william blake died of a broken heart; they say a lot of things in seedy coves and bars made for pirates’ whores. they don’t even know blake, they don’t know wordsworth, they don’t know to the aching pit of a lost soul, they don’t know fucking walt whitman. this kind of thing, this … Read moreknowing someone or somewhere
Go & Fuck yourself … take all your love and shove it down my throat, then eat my liver. { everything is synthesized } { there was never anything } and still, still!, 40 Million Butterflies are stolen by 40 thieves. Meat cleaver hands on ham hock arms silently begrudge the company … I make … Read moreschlachthof
the rain outside can not wash clean what it has sullied. it has sullied my soul, infinitely, eternally … it was the same for Genghis Khan. The public affection is a sad compensation for Just Doing Our Jobs, so we lean in for a kiss. it was the same for Genghis Khan.
things to do and not to do: do commit suicide do fall out of love do find hatred do wish for the end do destroy empty bottles do wear corduroy do dance naked in windows do not say you love me do not say you love me do not say you love me do not … Read moredo’s and don’ts for us
the tomatoes don’t like rain. the chilies don’t like cold. its cold and rainy here. i fantasize about Seattle, pretend it isn’t grey and rainy most of the time. the drops panic me in summer it quickly becomes hail. lost a whole balcony to hail the way i lost my feeling that same summer. I … Read more81 words to say you made me sad
the only time i ever felt old was when I stopped writing poetry, i had nothing to say that i hadn’t said 1000 times and 1000 poets hadn’t already said 1000 times. The only time I ever felt old was when I lost hope for still a better way to say it.
oh, universe, what have you burdened us with? i’ve an ego i can’t shake; i am what i hate: stupidity, hubris, decline; i’ve the confidence of invaders invading the sublime, and the will of empires… I’ve an EGO that demands dominion contrition submission but never – no never a bout of self-reflection: What Revolution can … Read moreA Freed Ego
i’m making coffee, the laundry spins loudly, the dishwasher purrs. A man I don’t know has a tube shoved down his throat to stop him from dying. I complain at the disarray that clutters my apartment left over from last night’s gathering. the man wants to die but has no means so starvation is the … Read moreGitmo Hunger Strikers
its time to celebrate celebrating, the closing of a year, the shedding of a tear for i’ve reflected and the mirror was dirty, this is the year we all turned thirty. There’s a den of Snow in the cold hearts of men where kindness and decency should have been: listen less you listless thieves of … Read moredec 31, 2014