Anxiety Dream 

On my second day
I am required to construct
An entire house
Out of raw fish 

I stare at the uncomfortably
Sharp knife in my hand 

My supervisor
Pacing behind the
Long bench of faceless men
Of which I am included

An aquaintence next to me
Gestures slightly as if to say,
“Whatever you do. Don’t look up. ” 

No matter how slightly
I turn the knob
I never find a
Tolerable water temperature
To bathe in 

As I feel the consciousness
Rushing in. I fear all
Will be forgotten
When I wake
And the damage to my mind
Is all I will have to show
For the experience 

My coworker broke a valuable
Piece of equipment
I decide not mentioned it
Later that day the same coworker
Criticizes my work publicly 

As I spit the cotton balls from my lips
I forgive myself for today 

As I taste the last drop of Kool Aid
From the flask
I forgive the the world 

As I shatter my Titan knees
At the pornographic alter
I hope it forgives me 

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Show Poem: June 10, 2016 in St. Louis, MO @ Foam #poetry 

Schwervon!


The blue sky is always there.
Through the screaming clouds
The torn trees
The painted lines

Stretching the waist bands
Snapping the bra straps
Cooking the chorizo
On hot sidewalks

Grinding the beans
With our ass cracks
Time to fill up? Fan food?
Kick ass trucks? Hot hot pancakes?

Yelling only makes the yellng louder
But it’s better with ketchup
Summer time specials
Cucumber penis salad
With a side of I don’t care
Smell the smoke through your bandana
Gaze upon the high hills the rows of hedges and xmas trees

The enormous wheel continues to roll on down the highway
We race past the tick tock shop, the budget motels, the ad here spaces and distant water tower

Nothing in its path can survive

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