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October 25, 2017

good

You can’t spell “compassion” without “compass” because that’s what it is, that’s what it does. When you don’t know where to go next, head in the direction of compassion. It might fail you...


October 25, 2017

love

Make love like you’re starving because you probably are. Like you’d die without that connection because you probably could. Like you’d drown without someone else to hold onto because you almost ...


October 22, 2017

always

there will always be lazy people cruel people hateful people who will judge you for what you are not for who you are and those people will always be wrong those people ...


October 05, 2017

you will go to the moon

The moon, above all else, is above all else. She hangs up there languid and waiting. People have been there but only for a little while only pushing the limits of what we can do as humans even...


October 05, 2017

maybe

maybe I am damned to write another heartbroken poem after every senseless massacre that the American cult of the gun causes and then bullies us into never doing anything about this time i...


October 05, 2017

the run down

You who chase bliss, I can understand you. You who chase power, I can reason with you at least sometimes. You who chase compassionate acts, I try to be with you, I try to be like you, I try t...


October 05, 2017

on a role

a rolling stone slowly erodes losing itself to the road as it goes a rolling stone gathers no moss that is to say rather it gathers loss the stone slowly sheers off thin layers on itself le...


I went to a K-Mart going-out-of-business sale to mourn a kind of America that has passed way maybe no less evil in its consumerism but certainly less invasive when at least the rich pe...


September 28, 2017

broke as a joke

If it ain’t broke, maybe it is actually broke and its trying to distract from its brokenness with folksy-ass words like “ain’t”. If it ain’t broke, maybe its just that its investments aren...


September 28, 2017

waxen wings

maybe Icarus had to be rash enough to fly too close to the sun if he was going to be able to try and fly at all, you know? Icarus did die a free man after all, there’s something to that Icaru...


September 28, 2017

different

we’re not so different myself and the dog with the tail that curls both we sniff around, maybe leave a mark both just wanna go out into the world maybe meet a girl maybe make some barks my mo...


September 28, 2017

sonnet the hedgehog

got-TA go FAST I MUST grab RINGS all NIGHT got-TA go FAST can-NOT hit SPIKES or DROWN got-TA go FAST there ARE egg-MEN to FIGHT got-TA go FAST ro-BOTS con-TROL the TOWN got-TA go FAST Se-...


September 28, 2017

as if

The idea that if we just sat down and made friends with Nazi Germany they’d’ve stopped is as ridiculous as staying that with the KKK. Or the Proud Boys or any other little boys of the Alt-Reich...


September 28, 2017

making a killing

the angry old man out of touch sitting on his laurels and millions made in a past before we understood the viewpoints of the oppressed yells “Political correctness is killing comedy!” or mayb...


September 28, 2017

my heart

my heart as a ratty thrift-store jacket with a wad of hundos sewn into the lining if only you’d check my heart as a day-glo marshmallow cereal with one hell of a free prize inside if you ...


September 28, 2017

the past is not even past

imagine if reincarnation turns out to be real then we figured out a way to exactly determine who everyone was in all of their past lives and you’re held up to the achievement standards of th...


September 17, 2017

fifteen minutes and counting

twice doth the blade fall ‘pon your head once naming you “sir” twice leaving you dead once pulling you up twice cutting the thread once for a fanbase and twice to displace once t...


September 15, 2017

broken chairs

the end is coming but you’ll just adjust to whatever horrors or wonders happen to come next you’ll be someone else then but you’ll survive, I guess might be trains or bombs may rain or thin...


September 14, 2017

the plan keeps coming up again

maybe I’ll just start dipping my balls in nutmeg come the beginning of September declare myself Pumpkin Spice stand in front of the Starbucks let the ladies in the Uggs swarm me til I can’...


the fact that Alanis Morrisette did time on “You Can’t Do That On Television” and the fact that “You Oughta Know” was mostly written about her relationship with Dave Coulier from “Full House...


September 14, 2017

nobody knows

if only we could let go of this spurious notion that anyone has any idea what the hell they’re doing we could make this life pretty nice together we think if someone has money, they mu...


September 14, 2017

hope, at the edges

hope is a fundamentally liminal endeavor lust and greed and desire are all about wanting stuff that you can see coveting stuff you can touch but not hold grasping for stuff you can tast...


September 14, 2017

temporary apotheosis

Sometimes, the ego dissolves and you realize how arbitrary your youness is. How little difference there is between you and anyone else. How your consciousness is a drop in the ocean of mind lik...


September 14, 2017

folk festival

children running in the field like those little toy cars that smash into walls then bounce back in some randomized trajectory children running in the field like late-night moths their guidan...


August 23, 2017

the suggestion box

Don’t call it a “love/hate relationship” call it “Sweet ‘N’ Loathe”? Put a sign up in your restaurant: “Like our salads? Lettuce know!” Yell “GOING INTO THE MARINARA TRENCH!” every time you dip...


Book Description

these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.