hello to all who have been following this blog. i’m sorry i have been very quiet lately. as someone who is inspired by chaos and intensity, staying mostly isolated, keeping my head down, and working a day job has not been great for ye olde art spirit. however, last month i had covid for theContinue reading “mattress dungeon: the book”
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five excuses
I. hollow voice to empty earsbecause i shot wordslike bullets to the black nightsinging the meteor showercat-clawing until the notes shatteredand fell spent and sweatingat the feet of a mumbling crowdwho don’t seem to like purplenearly as much as i do II. smash cut: age eightbecause she used to saywhen you write your bestsellerinstead ofContinue reading “five excuses”
home/office
the headaches have grown migraine branchestwigs of nauseaura probing deep into my brainthe dim christmas bulbs somehow achingly brighti know the wisdom in shutting eyes in dark spacesbut i’d rather suffer pain than boredom i’m trying to shrink the fallout of a religioninto a pill small enough for narrow throatsindulge me: the techniques are reboundingintoContinue reading “home/office”
international award for excellence in correspondence
let’s face the factthat today’s poetryis fucking bullshit& i’ll never Make It pro tip:when you submitdon’t pay the $50for feedback the novel formatis not working outmy voice issimple baby all i wantis to be rememberedas a wonderfulwriter of letters fuck the novelfuck the poemsfuck being a playwrightgive me stamps
absent muse blues
earlier this yeari was closer to deaththan i’d ever beenaware of beingand the calm descendedbecause isn’t that what i came forwhy else do you fly outto stay with drunk strangerswho love gunsbut the moment passedand the adrenaline fadedinto seven hourson the side of a highwaywith two cigarettesand nothing to eat i could say i amContinue reading “absent muse blues”
emptiness extravaganza
bruise fingers & drain pensfor no purpose beyondthe holiest of holypointless effortsinging its own melodyinto the stained wallpaperstudies show a lack of judgment& widespread low moralewhen was the last timeyou found this book interestingwhen was the last time
buried bullets
i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”
we could be mirrors
you know what it isto starve on a full stomachto walk in cold rainlike you can wash the words looselike your sore feet will write for you& you know what it is to implode tonight only the dirt’s visiblethere are condoms & needles in my drivewayboth used and i used to laughthere’s another —another sadContinue reading “we could be mirrors”
mattress dungeon 