Category: Confessions
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Medicated
I feel like loose wires blasting Electric impulses heavenward My skin is shaky I want to run, but I can’t move I start to do something Then I stop My thoughts fall flat My attention span spans a second My nerves are cut open, exposed Noise sends me stratospheric Aggravated by everything I don’t have Read more
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Ladder Salad
A rusted, copper heart Salad gathered on the rung of a ladder Still feeling… I just don’t know how to explain it Disinterested in most things Impatient and irritable to a degree But not shaking Quick to anger at the mountain of gods Remembering Raton and the Robin Hood Motel Winter bliss at the border Read more
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Laramie, Italy
Blue house, yellow sky, black tree Stone walls, unruly brush, goldenrods The sun is round and colored a deep orange Like in a crayon picture The house has a red door and a red tiled roof I think I am in Italy Or I suppose it could be anywhere And everywhere Like my own personal Read more
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Space Curtain
I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the parted space curtains The night was unusually bright Even though the moon barely hung on its peg I lied awake with a thundering heart hard to calm Nerves crawling up my spine Hammering my mind Read more
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The Orange Motel
It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came the great snow and I was forced to shut down in some Arizona town— I was in between lives, feverishly dodging the corruption of compassion that come raining down all over the world like a Read more
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Blockades of the Sun Gods
There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet so distant In a world gone wrong Star maps line the walls Prescription bottles are collected on shelves Outside the sun is blazing Inside the time is draining Me This idle specimen I feel locked Read more
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Central Park Heart
There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight. It beat a bit but was slowing. I was sitting on the park bench watching. Nobody cared. The idiots were oblivious. I was alone as usual, trying to get some fresh air and think about Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 