I’m starting to believe
The more expensive wine is better
The papers write themselves
Numb pinkies
Wake up every morning
And summon the assistants
Listen to the computer glitches
Unsweetened dreams
Dobro in the sun
Alone time
Walking memories
The best ways to help
Me overcoming Like
Pictures other people take
Mixing the wind of
Tools to break and fix
To reveal
Show poem from last night.
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We all must look at ourselves
In many differnt ways.
Subtract from the sand.
Sea foam bubble bath
What does an old man think about?
Rudiments of asthma
Deliverance of the penis
When beer started tasting good
Trading my hands for fins.
Thought blocking cocks
Styrofoam pieces in the grass
Footprints in chocolate
Re-evaluation of values
Life inside the straw
I could take some time here
I saw what I could
how could I
Tourist trap dream catcher
The lights go on and off automatically
Blackhead dissolving gel
Inappropriate emails
Retire the elephants
Swallow the new day’s burrito
We are all self employed
None of us are self employed
Water comes from many places
Anyone can but they don’t
What went wrong on the runway?
Entering through the backstage door.
Replacing tourist dollars
The backs of blind faith.
A bouquet of sticks.
Eternal joys of
A humming birds wing flap
Soda can bee stings
Dog farts to the face
Legs not moving beneath the desk
The dangerous animals
Hidden
Bond through dreams
Always able to be tired
Critical diets reveal sand
Hours and hours of waiting
Never too ugly to dance with
Pick the next shirt
Paradise routines
Making love to the toothbrush
Exceptionally surviving
Creating the day
Tork Xpressnap
For endless spills
Endless destroys
Odorless prizes
Cling free rewards
The end is when you win
Poets are lazy bastards
And whatever female bastards are
When it comes to love
I don’t choose sides
I’m in love with the neighbors dog
Her name is Mocha
I pet her over the fence
Wipe the crud from her eye
I love her so, so much.
Last night’s show poem.
Nipples cut like diamonds
Across the stained glass
Heavenly hand-jobs
Between the pews
Old asses flat on the wood
Dress trim brush strokes
Fluffy pubic hair clouds
Paint Darwinian heaven
On the backsides of
Lightening struck trees
Praying squirrels hiding their nuts
Vibration in my chest
Feel the coat pulling
With every step taken
Swamp-man memory
Santa clause coke bottle
Glasses full of
Wine and cheese
Shaving cream balloons
Orange harvest moon
Egg yolk perfect
Orange harvest moon
(This poem was recited for the first time on Wednesday, February 25, 2015 at miniBar in KC, MO)
Fuck you children
Hate haters of life
I love hating life
The silent treatment
Not amazing you with my mind
The walks of shame
The bad catering
Songs about
Making things cheap
People pay for their slums
We see buildings
The fisting of brick walls
Student hookers
Proud parents
Small broken sticks
in the sidewalk
Flattened empty cigarette packages
Twinkle twinkle lucky star
I do not scream in bars
I do not talk up strangers
For uncomfortable
Amounts of time
I bow to lampshades
Seek the corners
They turn me on
There’s something
I’ll always remember
Some birds stay all winter
They know their place
The ether kicks in
Much slower in this town
What does the butterfly
Know about its caterpillar life
Pinkies numb
A pin hole into
The black box
Dark spot correcting serum
Tractors pull
All earth’s people
Paying for poison
Unpicking the locks
Protecting our ears
Cages of wood and nylon
Side ways obelisk
An island of pride
A desert of feeling
We are all the middle child
We see too much of the sky
An endless adventure
Warmth escaped
By a thousand airport blankets
Journey inspired by
A well rehearsed outburst
Owl tree
By the side of the road
Making the rubble bounce
Learning the small moves
Necessary
Repetition
Magic wheel danger mouse
Sport war
safe trap
Twerking the dream
Beef Jerky Clouds 