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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

With my hands around my neck I can sing like an angel!

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.

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With my hands around my neck I can sing like an angel





Lazy Sunday



morning

afternoon

evening

laying in bed reading

and you sleeping next to me.


Reading about how Alan Kauffman's

tattoos were protests, truths, and lies all the same I felt humble for having a coffee table

then I read Jack Micheline and realize,

I'm a fucking whore

if it's really about the words cut em' with narcotics

and mainline em' to your heart (even if it's not a straight line)

Let's hotwire my heart bandages falling all around like a mummified sonnet no need for sugarcoating.



DA Levy


telling me



to go back to my childhood and kick out the bottom I'm trying to find

my steel toed boots while waiting in line

With steel teeth

you could turn a tin can into a throwing star aim at one falling for you

have a bloodbath of wounded stars

Perhaps it will make your veins sing a sad song about going home one you've never heard.

If the music gets louder when you're walking away it's because tall buildings

intimidate the words on the page



and elevators were never designed to set you free.



                                                      

Monday, April 15, 2013

Oh, about this new one I am fucking...

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, thanks for stopping by





Oh, about this new one I am fucking...





he really brings out the drowning victim in me.







Saturday, April 6, 2013

climbing ontop


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.

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Climbing on top





I'm on fire.

I let out a hushed moan

as I trace the back of my neck with my fingertips

My hymen was clipped at birth

by a crazy surgeon with bloody scissors.


I'll crawl on top an old army knife

Firmly between my teeth
I'm on fire

And I will tie your hands then attach your feet

to those cuffs of yours.


My sexuality

is bigger than this

it blankets the actions keeping what it wants

as the story you tell your friends.





I know we are both scared of ourselves I know we are both scared of each other
But I'm on fire

And you're fucked.


                                                    



Monday, April 1, 2013

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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, thanks for stopping by


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Actually, you drooled on my shoes

As I was walking away

I had an ace up my sleeve

And some magic perfume



But I saw when you hit the deck



You were beautiful.