poetry You are Invited To a Pool party. 6 Aug 20207 Aug 2020 Writing space Is a catYou tryTo hide From yourLandlord. It alwaysComes out; MakingItself known At - Exactly The Wrong—Time. —- RSVP-lease Feel theFresh airToday. BreatheAnd PulseIn timeWith newlyConsciousWaves. —- I…
poetry I wish you would 26 Jul 20209 Aug 2020 EmbodyMy contradictions. Return meto Myself, The oneYou bring With you. — Until FurtherNotice, I aman anvil Too heavyTo carry For even TheStrongestman. —————- "I shall commit my thoughts to paper,…
poetry WrYN 16 Jul 2020 I can’tHelp butThink, PerhapsYou are In part The heatThat leavesMy hands; Reaching outTo touchYour memory. —- TimeImprints Carbon paperPages ofYour face; EachPreceding A lesserOpaqueImpression. —- If I SquintMinds eyeHard, I…
poetry I’m here to(o) 12 Jul 202013 Jul 2020 FetishizeThe face. Face it, I do notMissAny- -ButYours. — Take offThat mask SlowlyFor me. No needTo be ShyOr coy, I knowWhat’s underThere. I’ve seen itAllBefore. — Show meAgain How youYou.…
poetry Imagery of PerMANent Residence 8 Jul 20209 Aug 2020 All theHorribleMen stillLive insideMy brain. They’re quietTenantsMostOf the time, Though, Occasionally, TheyLike toMakeThemselvesKnown in me. TheyWill notBe silenced. — It starts outSlow “Remember me?” But soon,They sprawlAnd climbMolestingThe spaces They’vemarkedIn…
poetry Grieving 26 Jun 202026 Jun 2020 Gives you So manyPlacesTo sit AndLie down You neverWould have ConsideredBefore. —- The floorIs the oysterAnd youAre the pearl. Lounge inYour DevelopingOpaquenessOf mourning All morning. —- Let theStill MonotonyMonopolizeYourEvery pause.…
poetry The Lockdown me-Tea-Oh-rights 21 Apr 202014 Jul 2020 Hit me hard tonight. They came C r a s hInGIn on me. I needed a Capsized Feel-Thing To conTrAsT This Cyclical Mundanity: ShiftingT and what-herRound&Round For days; I pour…
poetry Like a Fine Wine 19 Apr 202021 Apr 2020 LoveThat’sNever beenTasted Is [Probably]Still Delicious. Meanwhile, You can: Pass theBottle BackAndForth, MaybePierce theCork; Even, [light gasp]Open it.. ..For aLittle. Enjoy your SweetA-roma LikeIt’s theOnly thingYou have. Share Your EmptyGlasses. Make…
poetry The half-dead Parasite is Codependent. 25 Mar 202025 Mar 2020 If you knewwhat’s goodfor ya You’d Coveryour Eyes,Mouth,and Ears, WashYourHands, And StaySixFeetA Part; Cause,baby, He’llrob yerYears. ———— IncaseYou wereWondering, “His last‘Girlfriend’ Was like,‘Totally crazy...’”; “She,‘That Bitch’Even Tried toKill Him! Parts…
poetry Perhaps 13 Jan 202022 Apr 2020 Make it Nothing at all. Scrape Me out, Cleanse My Procedural palette. Make it Palatable For the Population, Blandness Is P-P-Preferable. Perforate All plans Platonically. Promise playfulness, but Pregnant with…
