Category: ‘poetry’

holding had

February 27, 2018 Posted by the writer

holding had

we had
spanish
food and
talking. about
him; and I
stretched – toward
the sun moon
stars. eternal
external in(side).
this is
what? we
with (hold).

talk about. hey now…

February 15, 2018 Posted by the writer

(more…)

i still fuck with you

August 21, 2017 Posted by the writer

some(x)
(timez)

when we walked
these
creatures and
things kept. moving
we swam
in salt—
water. and (8)ate
in be(tween)
verses. we did (k)not
talk. a—
bout; the most
remarkable. period
of time: getting t(o)wo(o)…
MUCH.
there. a/our/e functions
how no one will
ever. as we keep
singing. i love saying
no—
thing.

pairing paroxysm

August 8, 2017 Posted by the writer

pairing paroxysm

We can
Pretend
And act
Like anyone
Else. Ever. Matter(ed)
When
I am
Rocking inside
Tides of
Not telling
That I never
Cared. To show
This side
Of a circle
That rounds
And comes back;
Ties. Into (k)not(s)
Which I
Rope around
My neck. Nodding
As if every –
Thing remains
Fine.

here. nor. there.

July 18, 2017 Posted by the writer

I’m back in town.

The plan was to hide in sticks-ville for my entire out-of-office time… alas, things are always beckoning me back to my favorite girlfriend of Manhattan.

I reckon I’ll stick around two weeks, then dip back out. The trees and sunshine are suiting me.

Also, my heart is bandaged after being diced. Repair isn’t the right term. Some things don’t exactly heal, getting better is a start.

In usual form, I wrote a poem about it. I promise I’m not usually so predictable… only when it comes to heartbreak and poetry.

(untitled)

we remained
beyond a(s)(certain)
state. we spoke —
i mean he
said things to(o)
my heart. that
you would never
he/re/ar… understand
when we combined
together, became
a new expression.
i never sang before
exhaling our whisper
and blowing out —
extinguishing all
prior pictures of
never. before.

 

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