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a book of revelations
a gender reveal party where the middle of the cake is a guitar amplifier and everyone’s confused until the “g” falls off to reveal the word “Fender” and then the pregnant woman deafens t...
hell is a gun
the devil’s emissaries on our earth are the gun once there were too many of us running around here the devil had his hands full the devil couldn’t keep up with all our petty things so the de...
love love love
love will not come down as a conquering warrior love will not come as some pretty twenty-four frame-per-second blur animated by the flicker love will come to you in rags as if a refugee love...
ten lines on a woman
she wears the nightsky’s dark and stars as were it a cloak about her shoulders valkyrie, flaxen, honeyed-yellow hair not nearly as awkward as she believes boundless enthusiasm balanced ou...
its beginning to look a lot
we’re not saying that we’re SURPRISED its snowing in Northern NY in November we’re just stating it’s terrible that it is which is completely and utterly true if you got kicked in the nuts ...
the deep end
I tell the lady “I’ll have the chicken on this terrible fast food salad GRILLED thankyouverymuch” always makes me feel like an Olympic sprinter “salad dressing? How about LITE VINAIGRETTE?” ...
cusp
the thing about this time of year early november when the snows have come but haven’t stuck around for good thusfar is those few green things that haven’t wilted yet that aren’t hanging in a...
the math (such as it is)
the remainder, indivisible that which gets left behind because it didn’t know how to divide Solomon’s kids left out to writhe exposed to wolves and snow and rain as none would deign to forsake...
your tired
her blazing copper shine oxidized rusted into a sea-green over time slowly succumbed to the very air liberty reacting to the world around it to the people who will always come along on...
edges
they say the devil’s at the crossroads they say that God will stop at city’s edge they say the headless horseman stops after the bridge that all the code is hidden in the the crosswords the t...
papertrail
there is no more reinvention now no more evolution or rebirth now social media has seen to that whoever you were at twelve is who you’re stuck with being the electric receipts of your e...
passage
in mourning, time loses meaning or at least time’s passage does holidays become mere changes in the front window’s decorations seasons become mere changes in the patterns of the ...
ditmars station
I have no way with which to describe how much I’d rather be in Astoria breathing city air and feeling alive telling tales of back here while in Astoria make like William Outerboroughs...
the only constant
the cities rose and fell as did the seas the only constant being all the people they all had different languages they all had different faiths they all had different technologies but th...
and to hold
if you think this life is about finding or having or holding or winning or being in charge or being the best or having power holy Christ, are you going to be disappointed you...
impractical magic
it’s important to process Halloween as a burlesque of death’s power as a fool’s day against the end our only small power at all in the face of this oblivion is the solace of lau...
city, like a lover
it is one thing to see a big city a legendary city, a storied city one of the centres of the universe growing smaller in your rear-view towers of light shrinking fading blurring with mot...
the way we're headed
we can see clouds from the other side now from over the top in a passenger jet-plane as if the cotton-balls beneath our feet were the firmament of an Earth instead as if th...
no longer
I’m no longer afraid of flying oh, of course, it still bothers me all the security theater that does nothing the seats all designed for some human being a foot shorter and a hundred...
for a limited time
we’re all just living in the wreckage of our lives we’re all just looking for kisses and high-fives we’re all just being like bees from dead hives we’re all ...
between the bars
the monsters locked down in the basement to keep the children safe in the night look up at the little slivers of light coming down through the cracks between the planks that form the...
now and again
the past was a terrible place to live but the good news is everyone was used to it so they thought it was all just normal the now is a terrible place to live but the...
the kansas inside the all of us
the tornado isn’t you but it is a part of you the tornado inside you can drive you forward, yes, but the tornado can also rip you apart from your heart on out rend you from your deepest...
the phantom limb
it’s been so dark for months now I should guess right around nine may as well be down in Plato’s Cave waiting upon the prodigal sunshine but not even a groundhog’s s...
flux
you will never become you you will never become yourself your essence is not a static beginning or end your truest self is a never-ending process of becoming you stop bei...
Book Description
these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.
