Sticking to the floor in the seventh grade
I knew nothing about spirit
A plan inspired by mistakes
Sister you were there for me
Even when you weren’t
You lent me your crocodiles
And hammer swinging horsemen
To fight the echoes in the hallway
The padded dicks that
Slammed gainst the lockers
Peroxide future
Earrings and feathers
I drank the purple passion
Lied to the college girl
Followed the code
I made up as I went along
And did all my best work in basements
This is easy for me
Forgotten to the core
Without the love, it’s just coffee
The research is the living
The corner of my mouth
Well marked exits
The words are peaceful times
New tables made to look old
Morning bagels served on a piece of wood
Excessive validation
Pacing the garage
Step by step
Failing
Like rain
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Beat to a pulp by sputtering
kick drums
Electronically enhanced
By years of
neglected adolescence
Staring at the front row tits
Burning away my conscience
We are family
Beneath a flag of
Energy drinks
And Bob Marley T-shirts
Our fight has been brought
Parameters defined
Encircling circle pit
Flailing arms
Just like I saw this other
Scary guy do
A clear and present danger
A place for anger
A place for fear
A place for pierced love
And tattooed affection
Death by 1000 screamos
A life giving farce
Sun burned eyes
Stare into the speakers
Compressed to their maximum
Bodies bent and bowing
At the alter of the bass.
We battle subtlety
And the little things
Nothing is worthy unless
It is worthy of crying over
Shaking our fists at the air
None of us are free of
The popularity curse
Facial caps and baseball…
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Mail order bride
Of Frankenstein
You mock the nature myth
With Internet precision
Waking early
Milking yourself of the excess
Five times a day at least
Something always comes of it
You just never get to see
Self soothe the urges
Your passion for lids
You don’t have to attend
Every funeral
You don’t have to pretend
To know
Asses to ashes
Eyes to glasses
Grasses to gasses
Making hay for the Haymaker
Fat kids in the waiting room
Twiddling their devices
Ruling by their thumbs
There’s more than the first time
And the second time
And the third
There are so many more times
Pick a target
Then pick an ax
A cucumber to gring
A wallet full of salad
Let the wind blow the hair
From your beautiful forehead
We never see it the same way
We were never supposed to
That is why we sing
This is…
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Woken by dogs again
The ache creeps in
Like light through
A crack under the door
Or a cat under the bed
The only skin I see
Are your henna tatoos hands
But you drive like Mad Max lady
And that keeps me in your
Rear view mirror
Bananas and blue berries
Chatting with old friends
Love is choosing
Love is choosing us
Reflecting our reflectors
Reconnecting out connectors
We laugh at less and enjoy more
Soprano sax phone ringers
Moon lit nights and marinara sauce
Square pizza
We become what we
Used to laugh at
We crawl for the love
We pine for it
Like pizza after
Giving birth
While things
Potatoes, pieces of meat
Water
There will always be car fights
And tainted meat
The world is not at no risk
Of running out of Gatorade
But they can’t bottle this
They can’t hang it on hooks
It’s…
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Soy burger diner
I see dead people
A place to put my drink
Smurf cum graffiti
On a thoughtful piece of art
Badly exicuted guitar riffs
Litter the back alley air
The sabbath always ends
With Sabbath
Catching nothing out of
The corner of my eye
I’ve eaten the same falafel
In two states
Men and women
Getting pushed around
In strollers and wheelchairs
Walkers and canes
Guy outside Super Cuts
Smoking and playing
With his phone
Listening to something
On headphones
Wearing a hat
Sunglasses hanging
From the collar of his shirt
Can’t stop staring
Where is he going
What is he thinking
Does he cat call women
Does he like women
Was that the wrong word choice?
There’s something
Like this happening
In a hundred other places.
I’m sure of it.
Fish on the walls and doors underwater
Pictures of cats taken by dogs
Parking. Meters
Nickel and…
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The nightmare comes after the dream
And then the dream returns
Hop on hop off
No amount of rain
Can wash away this filth
The filth of millions of friends
And millions of dogs of friends
And tens of millions of dogs of friends shits
Bathing at the bottom of the well
A single orange balloon
Tied to my wrist
Tight rope walker
Stretching across the sky
Home is where you hang
A beautiful black bird
Feasts upon something dead
By the side of the road
Coming up for air
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Let’s ride this rainbow
Into a positive millennium
Breakup sex marriage
Let’s see how it feels
To feel good for a while
Let’s feel more
More than a feeling
There is no divot replacing
There are moles in one
There are no holes
no right time weong time
There is only somewhere else
And that’s not…
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Death by more for less
The shortcomings of self regulation
The saga of self motivation
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Feeding time
You don’t have to go hungry
But you can’t eat here
When love mapping
Beware of buried
Power lines
With all the praise required
God is surely the neediest
Of all beings
I escape the bluebird
With an active mind
Reading into things
Before understanding
The pages of a book
Lapping like waves
On the side of a
Mossy dock
Hill top
Green highways
Black bean burgers
With the ghost of Mark Twain
Lost glasses
In molasses
Eyelids stuck shut
Fields of fuel
Wishing did not feel so
All alone
Learning to eat chicken
On the bone
I am prepared now
For all the screaming children
I know how
Sensitive the strings can be
What it is to club the rain
Wrap my arms around it
I choose my gods every morning
Cookies, sun, baking soda and light
Today, this minute
Now
Over and over
Never the same
There are waffles in the streets
Protein falling from the sky
Silver squirrel chases
on every corner
Free plastic bags
I am developing strong
relationships
With other poets
Walking down
The sleep isle
Tears rolling off
A zombie sun
Pricks on the horizon
Fish bone shadow puppets
Billboards
Reminding me to relax
Infinite multiplying screams
Saying: I can’t be heard.
Miles of doctors walking the plank
A sea of elective surgeries
Living long
enough
Learning the lazy prayer
For quiet mornings
It takes more and less
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