Before Bed, a Poem Came
Before bed, a poem came
Decidedly mine
Written, slipped
beneath the silk cover
Unable to close my eyes again,
I dug myself out of the weighted wool
to peak out the window,
To see the summit laying snowside to my sleepless endure
By the Time You Said Hello
By the time you said hello,
I was gone.
Mucking my way through,
a fruit fly not far behind
the narrowing of my eye.
My love held between
a fly mask,
And as I travelled
the moon met me,
over the washed meadow
where weeds sat unplucked.
I turned around knowing
you’d still be there
waiting, wishing my heart was indifferent,
negotiable, shapeless
to the same truth that led me here.
I feared the trail,
the going so alone,
but the alternative felt
like a greater abandoning—
the horseshoe left behind.
Liberation is Subjective
Falconry
Plushing
Untenured
Ladle lipped soft
Hardening felt
Despondant
Taxonomy
Pirouette
Frock
Slips
From my collars
My boned vacancy
Truancy of soul
Abandonment beckoning
Pardoned condoled
Summer
Is
almost here
Yet I am unwarmed by the idea
Wild Berry Zyn
Wild berry Zyn
Because that’s all they had
And that’s fine
I got an aftermath peppermint patty in my pocket
Shit, I’d suck a toe nail dry
If it means I’ll get a buzz
I’ll suck the polish off the pinky
Let the top coat leave and the pink go warped
Like the growth between her legs
I’ll suck that dry too
Take back the juice I bottled
I’ll suck my babies right out of this world
Do them right
I do right by my kids
Let them never see the light
Or the next president
And their saliva dripping combover
Just be bald
It’s brave
Not bold
But brave
Like the man who orders branzino on the bone
Not because he likes it, but because he’s Sicilian
And ain’t about to punk out his people
This wild berry Zyn taste like codeine
Spidering down my system
The fastest way for a drug to hit,
Besides blowing out a vein
And while I prefer the intravenous way
I’ll take it between the gums—
Let the gout go dry
I Go to the Andes
I go to the Andes
To seek my reprisal
Over God
Yama-no-Kami
Primordial of truths
Many
Seek
All
Die
Along
The plains