missing

You post a picture of your Missing son and I can tell by his Face that he is already dead, that he was left Shot and bent over some gate on some Dead… Continue reading

Permalink

This is not a breakthrough it’s the  Hard fucking work.  This is my head on backwards.  This is my mother’s skin and  Toenails, the way I swallow your  Father’s history.  Tomorrow I gather… Continue reading

unknown moon

You press me into rock  a hundred layers,  the years of my life grinding  down to desert sand on an unknown moon.  And if I ever get off this  endless lunar island I… Continue reading

nightmare before

Remember when I was drunk all the time, Raw, a little too Naked. Remember when you drank and broke The closet door, the Window? We had to put That distance between us. I’m… Continue reading

on the side of the mountain

I dream of things crawling in the windows so I stay up all night reading a novel about clones and when I get to the end, I cry. I keep pulling open doors… Continue reading

hickey gap

It’s your turn to go to the trees. You turn into the forest, you were the forest all along. In the forest inside of you there is moss on all sides of the… Continue reading

play

I am suddenly sick again.  I am up until morning.  I am sequestered.  Drinking too much.  Why did I text you? Everything you heard about me Is a lie, we’ve barely spoken in… Continue reading

baggage

A book of poems about my childhood and my death. My notebook, of course. Whiskey and wine. Your old t-shirt. Enough good bread and good cheese to keep me alive, to soak up… Continue reading

swallow

Let’s drag it through the mud, let’s leave grubbing handprints everywhere, we take what we want. Tonight and every other night I wait for you to stop dismantling. Three years on the yolk,… Continue reading

dead weight

I shed one thousand pounds just walking away from you without stopping, just stepping out of our life and leaping upward. I don’t know who I am I don’t know where I am… Continue reading