I guess this is where all the new stuff will go.
December 16, 2018 3:18PM
A lantern buzzes and hums over your
Potatoes and gravy Alaskan dream.
A beard to kill all beards,
A gravel voice to scold Tom Waits.
Clouds billow from those pent lungs,
A closet of deep green and minty,
Burning, rising silence.
That bundle of fur and love bounces
All tongue and love.
Drifts swarm the logs, pummels of
White wind, auburn and
Sifted wheezing groaning
The coughing doesn’t stop for quite some time.
December 13, 2018 3:01PM
Terra-cotta windswept ocean
Spanish breeze. Foreign babbling land,
You feel bad for your Walmart purchase,
But it winds down into wine and
New friends and fluorescent
Alleyway meets with
That broken goodbye you’ll
Never meet again.
Sailors court her and she blushes
For tips. Her heart is a chamber full of
Gloom, the broken Groom.
An ocean curls around us,
Won in cinders and flames lit
Darkly around contrast and
Scented bloodied ribbons.
December 10, 2018 4:04PM
Liquid ice is streaming now,
Full digital cold and iridescent
Shivering brushed and
The river pours down you as you
Gasp and drown.
So sorry, Sincerely Nature.
Scrape that frost from the windows,
Air filter needs to be changed,
You smell something after driving,
Weird squirrel-noise squeaks from the
Deep drifts will pour down and
Swamp and shiver and
Poof as you kick powder with
Rebellion and gusto-angry
That wind blows,
New England is a warm bar that
Saves Everything. Draft
And repeat and fire
Something rattles from the
You’re oil is changed and all,
That tire rotation sucked you under and
It’s all ok.
Winter sings that crooning sawing
It starts in sub-zero,
You remain content as you wonder
Where She is.
December 7, 2018 5:30PM
Perdition is streaming now,
Peripatetic damnation all full of
Sin and subterranean grates.
Un-maker greets you on some
Fiery precipice and you
No one is alone here,
Falsified notarized torture.
Stringed instruments mourn.
December 7, 2018 3:44PM
Some bright technicolor watercolor
Splash from 31 years ago. Tubes of
Wet, crossed arms,
The plunge of awkward swimsuit
Roll down that rubber river,
Ease and youth and
Confusion, mummified in some lost
Saturated sun-dried cloud.
November 30, 2018 6:35PM
All the bourbon won’t fill this
Gravity strokes the weight,
A sundered seam.
Parenthetical wisdom is the
Fruit that keeps you alive.
Deep-state low-frequency dream,
It’s all gone,
It’s a rhythm of drink and laughter and
Gravity sithers below, tongue-and-cheek
It’s over but it’s not.
November 29, 2018 3:14PM
A fog tickles the sky,
A laryngitis mist all full of
The morning is all soft and
Wheezing a cotton dream.
It’s not that we’re broken,
Not that we’re forlorn,
Just a rhythm of electricity
Trying to figure this shit out.