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“There is no understanding.”
“Who’s the fucking Nihilist here?”
Poetry
untitled #831
she left without a trace, hat on the back of the couch, cigarette burning in the ashtray, drink barely touched, not even a good-bye …. and I hoped she ran into the best, all that could be good ____ when she flushed the toilet and came back in, laid on the couch, lifted the cigarette, … Read moreuntitled #831
at least there’s bad poetry
such contrived complexities, these dreary dreams of loneliness, standing crumbling from eons past. No, i will not look at the clouded sky, nor remember the Dandelion’s wish, but instead content myself to wasteland that i might decorate simply like a frontier wife, waiting to die. Oh, we’ll meet on border fences, say goodbye a few … Read moreat least there’s bad poetry
love’s immigrants
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
knowing someone or somewhere
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
schlachthof
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
mirrors
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.
do’s and don’ts for us
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
81 words to say you made me sad
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
stopped writing poetry
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.