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i don’t get e e cummings either but i pretend
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That Haircut In 2011, And You
We lie on the sofa late into the nightGoing over past regretsEach wondering when the otherWill become one of ours
Attercop, Attercop
You are a single line of cobweb Across the corner of my bookshelf Marking dominion for the spiders Apparent counterpoint to old stealth You say, “We didn’t make a home here Although we could have and we still may Don’t … Continue reading
This Poem is Dedicated to [Insert name here]
My poems aren’t about anybody But of all the people they aren’t about They’re mostly not about you.
Love Like A Virus
Oh your love Has me in quarantine The only thing The situation’s warranting I feel you in my body, in my blood and in my bones So please shut me up and lock the door and just leave me alone … Continue reading
Five-Day Forecast Over The Amygdaloid Nuclear Complex
Depression is a drizzle Anxiety is sleet And anger is a hurricane That whips you off your feet A cyclone speaks of silence The rain relays regret I can’t predict the weather But I know I’m getting wet.
No More Fecks To Give
I’m feeling frightfully feckless tonight Feckless and reckless and pick-up-the-checkless Loose as the pearls on Bruce Wayne’s mother’s necklace I’m feeling feckless tonight I’m feeling really rambunctious tonight Rambunctious and unctuous and all-full-of-spunktious Let’s start a fight so somebody will … Continue reading
Impermanent Youth
Do I remain in people’s thoughts As they remain in mine? Or am I on the pile of things They gladly left behind? Do I appear in people’s dreams As they appear in mine? Or have I turned to shadow-play … Continue reading
Who Needs Meth When You’ve Got A Library Card?
I went to the doctor and the doctor said ‘No more ideas in that little old head’ So he whipped out a pen and dashed out a prescription For artistic elixirs to cure my conniptions ‘Take one dose of novels … Continue reading
Clean Up The Sides, And A Little Off The Top
“No fear of that.” I’m still thinking of the words, how they felt and tasted as I spoke them Like water, like air, like nothing at all A flavor grown undetectable from its prolific presence in my environment I think … Continue reading
