This is so sloppyand I like it. Please help me fix the horrible mistake I’ve made tonight! You’re the only one I love … right now anyway. I want to put as much of you inside me as possible. Should I brush my teeth after this? I’m gunna hide what’s left of you in theContinue reading “Getting that D!”
Category Archives: Poetry
Letter to the Privileged White Man
I know you feelentitledto this spaceand thatmy time isless valuablethan yours, butyou are foolish& ignorantbecauseI willimmortalize youon the pageand thisghostwill haunt youeternallyjust as Ihave beenhauntedby the privileged white man.
Recipe for Rhyme
convert millimeter to metermake your rue rhymecarefully roll out your pentameterand bring your brain to boil
Ode to a Piece of String
Such joy and torment can befound in a piece of string Hours of sheer blisspawing at the airmoments of sickening tormentas you pull softlydigit over digit Such power in a piece of string! We can string things togetheror string them alongSomething to never forgetOr never rememberBinding for maintenancepain or pleasure Strung out or strung up?Continue reading “Ode to a Piece of String”
Gnarled and Naked
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“Violent Green Synthesis,” Velvet Pipe Tobacco,” & “Vehemently Voracious”Picture Show Press: V: An Anthology of Poetry (2019) Velvet, vixen, villain, vinyl, veil … This powerful anthology contains poems that primarily explore naming, love, #metoo, wordplay, and nostalgia.
Muscles of Mastication
ganglion cysts form in my jaw as my molars clench together rugged concrete on asphalt a popping in my right ear an auditory acknowledgement of the human mask
Shivering in Malfunction
The frustration of living in constant pain to the point of temporary paralysis (oh trust me! Old lefty has crapped out on me quite a few times) while your entire buddy is spasming and cramping as you are desperately on the internet looking for any masseuse or physical therapist that is open or SHIT! evenContinue reading “Shivering in Malfunction”
Berkeley Burning
Squatters, low-lives, fucking millennial generation. The whole place had gone up in flames. Hellfire paradise burned back up to the heavens. The entire warehouse was a sparking pyrotechnic nightmare. Daisy chained extension cords connected together weaving in and out of crumbling rooms. One room a mausoleum of discarded luggage piled high on both sides, theContinue reading “Berkeley Burning”
I Need …
I need writing because if I stop, my inner child dies. If I stop, I kill my god. If I stop, there is no place for me. If I stop, I will forget to love. If I stop, I will forego forgiveness. If I stop, voices are silenced. If I stop, my sister bruises. IfContinue reading “I Need …”
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