it’s hard for me
to sit cross-legged.
Category Archives: Poetry
Harbor Mountain Road in mid-July comes up through the floorboards
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i’m told i should edit so i look across the channel at the broken hillside//the vacancy of trees//the motionless machines
heart, i have lent
you to grief
for long enough.
i keep forgetting i have frozen organic fruit in my small freezer until i shove it aside to cram in more ice cream
most times people
can’t tell when you talk
to them from hell.
speaking of failure is to a degree a failure so instead we speak of flowers that bloom independent of our meager measures
she is physically beautiful
to me, so i want
to talk to her.
i was three days sober in a Minnesota campground and an unseen nocturnally barking dog drove me into a field and left me there alone
a woman in Alaska,
her face framed
by short cut thick
black hair, sits framed
in the window of a truck.
blades on Eddie Bauer//~//competition i devour
i’ve been being
cool.
the difference between a fjord and a bay is the way the tongue folds itself into the cleft between shadow and light
this version of
peace
is so foreign
to me.
someone in Japan “followed” my social media page and i think Japanese people are smarter than Americans and i know that isn’t true and know i think a lot of things that aren’t true, or; curb your enthusiasm season 7 episode 6
it is evening and Summer
is still Summer.
i would like a discount on a credit card reader and as this want has gone unheeded, i decide to deride those who have found capitalistic success
morning,
made shy by
window coverings.
i watched a 13 year old girl of less than 100 pounds kick the face clean off another, terrified, i have been scrabbling like a duck ever since
thank you
for your wishes
of kindness.
seams split, fabric fades and comes back vividly
walk through a parking
lot, mountains in
the distance ahead
of me, mountains
under unfathomable gallons
of ocean behind me.
it looks very inviting
a man, walking by
with coffee in his warm hands,
stops into the small shop
i am in, saying,
“the window looks
more open and bright,
it looks very inviting”.
i worked in a wine shop with an Italian man who would say with a shrug, “for me, it is good”
make it
more
palatable.
the girl i don’t know at all is here and she is my nemesis and wouldn’t you know it but she has that golden down snap neck coat just like i’ve always coveted
i think i’m manic
again, i think i think
i think i think
too much
and i think i’m
manic again.
most of my friends don’t have time to talk so instead i talk to dreams
people in positions
of traditional leadership
rarely lead in
any meaningful way.
my friend Rick in Washington who i have never met and do not know at all was supposed to send me an email confirming the reality of a 10 pound box of tart red cherries, dried.
we have
very specific preferences in how
we communicate;
give me eyes, give me
pupils.
people walk by on the dock, looking into my windows. mostly, when we see each other, they quickly avert their swimming pool’d eyes
i do not know
how this plumbing
works, in a floating
home made of plastic.
odd electronic music from Japan, black coffee from Guatemala, beguiling human body from a confused planet
even dread
has its excitement.
the theme of the week is “hot” and the theme of the month is “pride” and the theme of the day is “neither cold nor shameful, but mild and fatigued”
in the parking lot
with the 12 portly black rubber
dumpsters, a man
pulls up in his beaten gray
gas wheezing vehicle.
emptying a tube of silicone onto the toe rail of a sailboat in an effort to stop a chronic leak ahead of an impending rain storm
every day is a nice day
mostly i write so i can titularly quote Denis Johnson, and mostly i wake to ocean so as to know how to breathe
i know a man, know that he
exists, though know little else
of him
if i drink a cup of coffee at 1030am well surely i’ll be fucked but since when have i ever lacked courage for bad decision?
we do not praise
the lord, no,
not the lord.
this State contains mountain and coastline and rainforest and desert and city and village and homestead and condo and boat and plane and many method of wheel and right now my roof is covered in rain
why have you made,
why do you make,
the choices you did,
you do?
i bought a milk foamer from a company in Singapore but was unhappy with the cheap plastic materials and lack of provided batteries so i wrote an email to them and complained
hello!
human being?
yes,
human being,
hello!
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