He’s a shower and I’m a scarf. I’m a dump truck and he is typewriter ribbon. I’m the catfish that he can’t resist. He’s an envelope and I’m ground pepper. I’m an elastic waistband and he’s a thermometer. I’m the city that he revisits… I’m worthless, He’s useless. He’s a shower and I’m a scarf. … Continue reading GlobalWarming
You’re right half of the time So I hunt you but not to have you because if I ever got you I’d just release you And I’m right half of the time and I know that wishing and itching I hunt you trying, aching, dying- but not to own you promising and overtly lying- because … Continue reading Cacciatore
I haven’t and I didn’t and I won’t but I should remember everything that I’ve got now and forget everything I could Yet I overuse should, I use it in my thoughts, I use it in my cereal, I use it in my walk I use it for any instance when I didn’t get what … Continue reading liminalneurosis
Every time I see him And every time I leave He does something simple and strange To the inside of me First I’m nervous, super anxious, weirded out Then I see him and his face relieves all doubt Then he says something passive aggressive and I react quickly ’cause I’m quietly obsessive And he doesn’t … Continue reading Crushing on James Blake
Gaia got you any way As long you can feel the grass between your toes How it goes, time will show Hold it in until you choke… Smoke wafting up to the sky Take your shoes off and walk outside Walk outside with me I tell the girl in my skin come to center again … Continue reading The Shaman of the Redwood
Perhaps I’m more than just a lover but only slightly less than a wife- Because that irritation that you need to feel with her, with me, exits life.. Perhaps you want me to stay, always, but simply cannot say… Too much bullshit forever wrecklessly at play- Perhaps I’m that awesome space between the two, in … Continue reading Job Description
Channel 1 The announcer thinks that she knows me. She thinks that she can read me. She thinks that she can tell right off of the bat, exactly where I fit. She’s too much like me. So I hate her. Side Effects? Paranoia. Disconnect. We’d like to interrupt this special broadcast to announce that your … Continue reading We’ll be right back….