Category Archives: Poetry

the roof
inexplicably
does not leak.

i’ve addressed
none of the leaks,

not really hungry but
also never not hungry,

a collector of resources.

i use my body
as storage.

i turned my attention to
a sandwich;

i will not have reason to
alter my position.

you invent reasons
to go.

careful not to make
too much eye contact.

wondering
how long it will be before
i can reasonably eat
again.

the dimpling
has a pleasing appearance.

when it is time to
protect ourselves,
we think conservatively.

think to yourself,
“i can do it myself”.
don’t do it.

say something
that will make people
happy.

the sunday stream
of pious cars.

the bag holds contents
just the same.

which isn’t really cryptic at all and more just a kind way to say “fuck off

the sun had
already fallen.

a quarter of an hour,
a half of an hour.

i might sometimes like to
flatten myself

some people like
to ski,

uncool! insecure! finding some men attractive!

there’s a dead bird floating
in the water next to my boat.

don’t go out
too hard,
too fast.