Poetry

Passed out in a parking lot Beneath the blanket, high on the enjambment of your last poem having reread the last of your potSitting in the back of my Honda Civic and wondering why we don’t move to your Subaru too lazy to open up the sunroof cause we can’t quite remove the shiver of…

“What is on after Adult Swim?” you asked embracing the corners of your lipsAs you smiled in that you-know-what-I’m-getting-at kind of way.Wednesday nights when we’ve come back from the movies,Debating the hokey nature of Superheroes and their on-the-noseWay of coping with the jaded glimmering hope of things: they stood for On the way back from…

I finished something today- Could it be the sun? Or maybe it’s the Ritalin. The careless way my fingers hit the keys — makes me sense the differance between stimulants and inspiration The difference being that there really isn’t one outside of name I could state the obvious and say that I’m emotionally fucked At…

We were shopping for noodles – I almost had a strokeI watched as you tore apart the shelves looking for Agar AgarYou wanted to make me something special – pretend for the night – we were actually datingBoxes upon boxes littered the floor like the shattered expectations of A clear cut green diamondWe rounded the…

Is everything gonna be okay when it happens? How should I know? Pressing the nails of coffins into the pads of our finger tips Measuring the weight of a 36 pound stage light just to double checkThat we were going to be able to handle it when we’d have to handle it There is a…

I was writing for April.Trying to make it last, looking for the words I had found in books. Searching for something in the least complicated sense of everything- Something of importance. What did I mean by “Importance”I felt like Feste coming into this April,The nonsense of everything that came out of my mouth last night…

My life is littered with all number of piss-related-mishaps I stare down at the puddle beneath-my-feet and look up slowly from it.This is the graveyard that I made out with Andrew in. Quotable vignettes of my life that stand out as a remarkable test of faith The burning sensation of embering ash on your forearm,…

The general consensus among my friends is that the hipster is deadWe throw away our blocky glasses and flannels and dawn a new sense of selfWe cut our hair into mullets and wear clashing floras and head to goodwill for something from the 90s I paint my name on the backs of receipts I got…

America tell me your woes.Write them out in all kinds of plays and prose and poems by artists of all kinds.Artists who don’t spend their days telling me about queer wizards who shit in the hall-I want a statement piece where a Black man meets his White girlfriend’s family and we all leavewondering how we’ll…

I wanted to write my own death- not commit myself to my own murder There was nothing committal about it I was happy to write and rewrite the 1000 ways I could die Where the light didn’t hit told us more about our deaths than any story told in full view of the audience. Hair…