Indianapolis, IN 2/17/16 #poetry 

Stick figures wave us into bed
Burning like shells on the beach
Macaroni shells in the sand
Clams and cheese 

A single moment
Can define an entire life 

The car alarm
Dead batteries
A field of celery
Talking about the Rolling Stones 

Oblivious Aderal Accomplishments
Talking about talking
Writing about riding
Forgetting about talking about
What your talking about 

Helicopter nightmare just blocks away
Too many chips on my lunch plate
But I eat them all
You just never know when you’re
Gonna be stranded 

Kids are crafty
Kids are crafting
Kids are crafting their own worlds

That dog sounds like my dog
That dog is my dog
That dog is our dog
That dog is your dog
That dog is my dog 

That dog was made for you and me

Pizza with everything
I mean
I want to love you
Like a pizza with everything

Cincinnati, OH 2/16/16 #poetry 

Good morning lazy eye
Good morning burnt tongue
Good morning Xerox copy of a photo
of Charlie Manson
Taped to the wall
Good morning
couch just a little too short
for me to sleep on
Good morning sore thumbs
Good morning living out of bags

Cat shit smell
While I’m meditating
Paper bags and napkins
Plastic knives and fork
Giant high contrast photos of
Golden flakey food 

Big house on the prairie
Finger in a bottle
Bonding over road snacks
And radio propaganda
Straight faced 

Technicians wanted
Ploughing open rows of snow
Day after day
Speckled light through the trees
Distracting me
Just enough for the hunter
To take aim

Oh the work we do to
Congratulate ourselves 

We forget the
Importance of lighting 

More well places lamps in schools

We enjoy a simple moment
Like a tiny death
Little blue flowers
On a mountain.
A green mountain
With goats all around 

St. Louis, MO 2/15/16 #poetry 

The challenge of every day
Better than a bugs life
Constantly grappling
With all eight legs
Where to put them
The first step
How many pairs of shoes to take 

Old posters in the corner
A lions head on the wall
Broken wind on broken windows 

Last minute every thing
Wet sand on the highway 

Carpets on the billboards
Exit here for Ozarkland 

Nervous Winnebago
Now leaving Ozarkland 

Pin prick of light in my chest
Grows to a golden pancake

Bursting a like a burrito of sunlight
Taking us home to out own beds every night 

Unless we wish to sleep somewhere else
Or not sleep at all.
Like a spider on a windy day