breathing
It’s awkward. This game, this dance, this fight. And at the same time, it is as graceful as a ballerina mid flight to becoming a swan. It’s the ball, the basket, and...
I dress my face
and play my body,
prepared for the show
where I am the
leading role
of a girl who knows
of nothing more
than the
sight of the sky
after midnight
with the sighs...
Oklahoma is home
bent over
head between her
knees
she held her
breath waited
for the locomotive
roar to pass
through as it
does this
time of the
year
dust settles,
bloody lip,
Emotionally numb,
wanting to cry
wanting to laugh
wanting to scream
but not being able to.
The static
hauls all muscles
from obeying the mind’s orders
and my mind...
shesanargonaut:
The earth
wears
life
like a perfume.
Someday,
we’ll all be
distant memories
on a passing breeze.
Heart, You Have No Home
I brace myself
with images of
broken glass—barbed
praises of a dogged
resentment. (Eyes reflecting
back, too vulnerable to meet)
Believe in...
music man
songs i’ve wrote
broken notes
all over
table tops
empty bottles
look like trash
instruments of
loneliness and pain
symphonies
written shot by shot
cracking elbows and
Yo Nevada
Even the universe
has dust in its
veins.
Here's a Poem For You, Fuckers
john-chrostek:
Drunk again
because life is better,
a bit more tolerable,
beneath the bottle.
My god,
I’ve become Dennis.
That’s a good thing.