Tag: Poetry

anger in my shoe the pebble as a way of saying every day wake up the same way own the words you put out sin-cera stepping on the miniature boulder grind cut fluid drip drip drip disappointment

redefining defining for real seriously punching the typewriter keys to lick the wounds and establish banter the hammers stick so a QWERTY is born slow down some unless you’re writing this out pissed accomplished soon established like a YEAH that was the jam oh a heaven sent no one can do this like I do…… Continue reading Notsuoh flap jack

first word association game all the expertise of experience fill up the belly and the head’s eyes give you a strange look as if tomorrow’s third war is already here… water pressure under an oil field’s surface dies the more it’s drilled they at first blush say, say it’s self pressurized and then bragging less…… Continue reading Notsuoh flow

cars motorcycles busses trucks scooters mopeds ladybugs ducks owls put your gun down newspapers pots plots kabobs logos barbed wire photos ended plots put your gun down hell heaven earth mars casinos roller rinks think tanks battlefields whore houses TV show sets dimly lit rooms comfy bar stools exsanguination wheel chair ramps penguin costumes air…… Continue reading PUT YOUR GUN DOWN

that lady had so much work done on her face she’s hardly recognizable now—they use her for random drunk driving campaigns and this is what happens when you get behind the wheel after you smoked the weed in the glove compartment good luck with all that luck to you and your fervent weed smoking yes…… Continue reading UNLOCKED, pigs hate to be called cops

they say to laugh to keep from crying oh how I love to laugh how I love to laugh to try find the beauty in irony oh how I love to try how I love to try… the head be it blessed with life! the electric company goes on to building dams, damn, work this…… Continue reading Sardine Song

make your way around the heavy corner make nice make a gambling addict out of a friend and abandon him in his most feverish moment in a town not of his choosing to stare at the ceiling splayed expanse the crumbs the network of decay the building falling down all around face hot red red…… Continue reading Make Nice

as I grow old my memory does different things plays its tricks I forget names (then remember again) but we sit together eating chips and salsa she asks me for a stick of gum to punch the heater back on stir the soup to make a big bowl it’s our mild little Texas winter with…… Continue reading Good Advice