Hour 10: spill blood

you shall witness, the knife, you shall begin to inherit the earth from my flaming tongue, as I resist every urge to pull you out of sleep, wake you from nightmares and dreaming. I suck in the light, I suck cock, I suck in sadness,…

13 Please Don’t

Stop me, to tell you what’s inside my heart Deter me, to let you know what you are to me Hinder me, to let you be aware how much it’s costing me, bottling this feeling inside of me Prevent me, to think of you every…

so poem – two

so my grandmother did not wear moccasins. but if she did i can imagine her dragging her toes each step grinding stride toe to heel, destroying them emery board style and slow as she walked from the bus stop home (but definitely more toe like…

Today

Today   Three guys and three women from Potlatch asked permission before using the community lawn in front of our cabin on Lake Coeur d’Alene. Bud light and laughs. They were loud last night till after midnight while I slept under the stars, excited to…

Lakes on Titan

Baikal of the Kurykans lies cold beneath the canopy of stars; water reflecting sky, ancient watchers bearing the crescent moon in a boat, the breastbone of the earth cloven deep beneath the pale and stellate glory of the Milky Way. Cronus of the Greeks consumes…

12 poems in

Another beer in and I’m back again I’ll pay tomorrow but tonight I’m free Everybody loves me Or at least I see it though the beer And the way they stay near The pool is too cold And I’m too old And nobody likes my…

I believe in moons

“Martian moons are Phobos and Deimos, the latter translated as Panic,” I told you then. It was mid-way through our junior year–our glory days. I would leave you that very next week for California. The last time we drove around the lake in your jeep,…

Never

Have u ever never been held by loving arms Heard I love you from your mom Been in trouble with your dad Lived with strangers who claim they’re fam. Have you ever Never been kissed caring hands caress your face A spirit to fix your…

vagabond

they asked me about a vagabond they asked me to write how did they know i suited both roles as apt as sunlight at day my eyes rove and tread passages and spaces people and places once whom i called my very own my fingers…