unpause
the poise in pause seems implausible sometimes there is a weight in wait a debt in detail some meat in meet we eat at a feast of repeat i recall the days i did hours where i have not hid i won…
Keep It Regular
the poise in pause seems implausible sometimes there is a weight in wait a debt in detail some meat in meet we eat at a feast of repeat i recall the days i did hours where i have not hid i won…
i imagine travis bickle driving grady tripp riding shotgun and i’m between the dude and the duke we are veering between stoner talk and men of violence who make me want to walk listening to johnny cash, the circle unbroken this is…
how often do i stand in the tide on the beach outside under the florida sun with my shirt undone and my wife by my side with her feet in the tide? we do not do the things we should all the…
a year older colder, bolder, or something else? time to reflect upon the self time to hammer at the health how do you appear in this year? where last year’s dream put you? or hobbled by what you went through? maybe a…
i am fat on the held back fuck yous a spider made of shadows of sentiments they flower in my writing i’ve been less than forthcoming and the heartbeat that’s drumming is an echo of the first promising i’ll burst how do…
hate is kind of ashamed to make itself known in polite company so it tries to be funny makes a joke and drops a second shoe punchline people shrug shift, refocus why the need to lie within a structure that doesn’t laugh…
late night kimchi noodles it’s tasty it settles the guts how many cats sleeping in inappropriate places? a girl laying her head down a late night push into some profundity tiny little poems
breadcrumbs that lead to a poem intellectual snippets i am punning my way to a title fuelling myself on film feeding myself on music last year stirs in its shallow grave i am soon to be janus again this annual hinge where…
and if the world took a different turn and all the things we stopped to learn were set aflame and left to burn we would still know ourselves we do not need the books on our shelves for the words are settled…
the mornings that we watch the mornings that we don’t dancing temporal hopskotch the things we won’t the things we might transition of day into night a red line underscores a red line comes before some days we labour to walk the…