like death she said or
like dreaming,
and then she tore off the
baby’s wings
then she laughed
about what she’d done
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
SUNPOISON
new collection, an assortment of poems from 2004 - 2008. $15, can be ordered directly from me. 160 pp, no rhymes, profanity w/in acceptable parameters, soundtrack not yet available.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
one for the man wrapped in barbed wire
or the sudden and undeniable knowledge
that all you are is an asshole
the broken wings of birds
the bones of all the
children you’ve watched starve to death
such a huge fucking feast of misery
laid out for you to grow fat on
that all you are is an asshole
the broken wings of birds
the bones of all the
children you’ve watched starve to death
such a huge fucking feast of misery
laid out for you to grow fat on
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
holy days: an attempt at chiaroscuro
strange to end up lost in this
house i’ve called home for
fifteen years, and strange to
spend so much time considering
suicide on these bright
blue mornings
if you were here with me,
you would be beautiful and stoned
if we had children, they would
learn to live with disappointment
they would understand the
inevitability of being born in
a building on fire
house i’ve called home for
fifteen years, and strange to
spend so much time considering
suicide on these bright
blue mornings
if you were here with me,
you would be beautiful and stoned
if we had children, they would
learn to live with disappointment
they would understand the
inevitability of being born in
a building on fire
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