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
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Milk of the apocalypse
In double spaced formatting
Nothing fully realized
Is sold out
Where did you guys park
Religion is sustaining these
Working conditions
Lost intimacy makes it hard
To love feeling bad, freely
Lone wolves make me
Lose a knife at the airport
Dollar glasses
White House Likes
Broadway Mormons
Prime time dude stuffs
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
Strike it from your mind
Burn it out with cold
Fire keeps us safe from
The animals
Fire in the house
Makes warmth and smoke.
Suicidal hearth
Stop worshiping the paper
Stop burning down the house.
Equality is irrelevant in space
Paygrounds and jungles
Squirrels do not cock their barrels
Guns are the power
Raking the backs of the powerless
Planting seeds in
The bloodless scars
Wrapping meat with
Hats and gloves
We listen
we smile
We feed the ducks
They swim away
Bellies full of our old bread.
More beautiful
On the horizon
Sleeping next to someone
The last piece of the cookie
Un addressed letters
The well of pornography
Cold morning
Walking alone
Crows in the distance
Making yourself
Restrengthening old muscles
The first time
The open road
Gripping the pedals
There is no mercy
Lifting
Balance
Pairs
“Teens charged with murder”
The inevitable pace
Fire creeping around a log
Morning light trough
The basement window
Competitive worshiping
Judging the love
No mission
I am not your
nuts and berries
I cannot make new life
Things grow in the shadows
We can explore them
Together
We can mold the darkness
Like mud in the bog
Popsicle poetry
I have no stomach
For a scorched earth policy
Letting the air out.
Texting in bed
Skating party limbo
The next day and the next
The emptiness never
Bothered me.
A feeling of something
Is pushing
Calf pain
A throwing up of hands
A conversation with myself
What I mean
Perhaps it’s time
to take down
The Christmas lights
Shift
Control
Speaking in code
The sound of flowers shrinking
These squirrels are fearless
Long walks
Lazy poets
I’ve been seeing things
Out of the corner of my eye
when I look it’s gone
When I focus it’s not there
A lazy soul
So many cops
So many churches
So many t-shirts
So much pasta
Constantly rehearsing
Acceptance speeches
Launching arrows
a sea of bees
Genghis Khan clouds
The indirect approach
An army of donuts
Lead by a lion
The brass ring
Is in your nose
A dry erase board
A bag of records
Working with friends
Is such a good idea
The burning cold
Beef Jerky Clouds 