Rough mostly-unedited rambling and poetry written on my phone.
July 29, 2018 5:28PM
Squeezing the bullet
Inside tight ripe,
We’re going to wait for these buttons
To break and huh,
Ravens need to breathe across this stucco
Wasteland branded eye-shadow
Pink lace secret razed serenghetti land all
Branded target Walmart PlayStation
Rivers blooded in squelching sand
Caffeinated asphalt metal rusted
Parenthetical rhapsodic driven dream
You need ellipses around the gravitation
Around your ankles around the
Sweat that pools…..
February 24, 2017 3:39PM
you are now approved to be
a living person.
sign in triplicate and proceed to
you will be now be known by your
you are now an approved and
proceed to gate 3.
October 29, 2016 12:18PM
She’s dipped in plaid at the local
Dive bar, holdable curves and
You wing this failure hook line and
What’s this? Once upon a time fell
Through agaiin an I’m singing
Loons against rainbows, spoons against
Rattling windows, rivers drowning
Thimbles riddled in plaid
Cracking thumbs an derelict
Thumbs. Snoozing thin,
You’re love left out that door
And I’m winning against
September 3, 2016 1:31PM
There’s nothing to say to this
You can count the things that
You can count the things you
Missed. Blue Rainbow, I
Breath against your glass
Shadow, I limber up against
Silence walking a thin
Line and walking thin against
July 7, 2016 4:01PM
tan slate-grey-peach-beach dawn,
i perch above and wait. after-draught of
dancing waves, i floated towards the edge
of feet and riptide sucking. why
return, why love the struggle, why flap
these arms in circles.
everything is trained and i am not
different. flirting is not love,
swim-sauce curves are not
love, goddamn this miserable hope and
tongue to the floor,
i somehow return with book
May 7, 2016 10:59AM
Old obese man, were thinking the same thoughts.
I’m all full of arrogant youth and you sing
wiser thoughts of how I’ll be there Someeday
Something there when you slip,
Something there when the firmament dies.
My eyes are hungry for sex, my feet are
Tired. Spring summons the Angels, I lurk in shadows.
I’m mad out of present tense.
March 26, 2016 8:56PM
you with your black sundress, coy
behind the back screened door,
buzzing black-haired beauty.
a gaggle of girl-perfume drifts by,
tangle of green lesbians
mingle by the tracks.
midnight thoughts drizzle away the
sleepies, wing-waiting patiently.
The Sky will light up,
You will see.