Rough mostly-unedited rambling and poetry written on my phone.

2016

Your life bright radiant decay

March 5, 2016 12:55AM


Your life, bright radiant decay,
easing in and out of breath,
whistling slowly towards death,
cinder of walking-talking carbon sun–
performs this circus every
decimal of time until it doesn’t



hot as fresh popsicles

February 27, 2016 4:46PM


girl at bar, hot as fresh popsicles,
lace bra open to your douchey tinder date,
I could never stand that whiney nasal
voice.



All the licking

February 20, 2016 1:23PM


All the licking sucking stars go down on you
and all the cuddles surround ‘round you and
all the cradles wrap around this tingling wrap-around
way of saying you are IT and there is nothing else.

moaning salted kisses bring you home.



ah pretty waitress we sing when you

February 20, 2016 9:50AM


ah pretty waitress we sing when you
lean in close, all us masses of single men
alone and sitting in the breath of mmmmm,
uh–of your perfume. And at those stars
pressed close are the closures of supernovas
blown thin in our limbs. a smile acted from
a mile-long day and we know that and reach
with the tip with infinite (but finite) love.



Primarily and unilaterally

January 28, 2016 1:41AM


nothing like long hair being pulled tight
in the dead of night, an arched back,
then winnowed silence purchased, moaned,
replete and happy.

Primarily and unilaterally fucked



shaved naked and drunk

January 23, 2016 9:18PM


Nothing like being shaved naked
and drunk Ina a warm fuzzy furry naked bed.



fission of a lit wick

January 12, 2016 7:08AM


fission of a lit wick rippling in flame,
carving wax, mute tongues all
empty of space, your days are
bullet points becoming shrapnel
quickly quickly quickly
LOST.

a candle is a story of an ending written
small.
a breath a fugue sung softly every
step.



2015

silence rings numb

November 27, 2015 5:16PM


silence rings numb, I
dream of a warm body



Time is a carnivore

October 14, 2015 2:26PM


Time is a carnivore chewing very slowly

why does each morning feel like I survived something?
aftermath of a battlefield, pain as though beaten.
lost worlds and brain sand.



placated winds

September 19, 2015 12:31PM


sailboats lopped on the horizon’s edge,
placated winds leaving lapped
silence
drifting distance
warming….
gone.

words all sounding the
same in melancholic repetitions