Category Archives: Poetry

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.

but the settlement
is brittle and
rigid,

some people
do not notice
when the shoe they are
wearing
squeaks

people
in variations of
the same clothing.

kind of a
jerking hobble,

and looked at
beautiful people
and fantasized yourself as
part of their lives.

i cower inside
my skin.

i contribute to the culture
by wanting.

look at people,
look at birds,
look at buildings.

we are supposed to
talk to each other.

half a year,
three quarters of
a year.

without
the water
the boat
is an unsteady option.

“i’ve seen your
ass but
not your mouth.
that’s normal now”