I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.
Welcome to my poetry blog
And flying monkeys can’t save me
The tick toking is mocking
hard deep inside my chest
as it's long arms
And it may be an urban myth but I often dream about waking up in a tub full of ice
and the sharp ones are angry with me as they spent hours cutting
only to find out the hard way just how heartless I really am
You come along and think you're the yellow brick road to Oz
You've never seen me
hide behind my own curtains
pulling out my teeth one by one and throwing them at paper.
If you see a girl who looks like me wearing ruby red slippers
it’s only a coincidence
I heard the crystal ball break years before I left Kansas