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.

                                                      

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.

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





he really brings out the drowning victim in me.

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.

                                                    

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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.

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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. 

                                                 

thank you George Lucas

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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Thank you George Lucas

Thanks for visiting the site

I think you saw Father Luke references

Sorry they weren’t the word droids you were looking for

But If you have a second Mr. Lucas

I would like to say a few things

About Star Wars

Why couldn’t it have been Star Summer camp?

And

Did you think “Death Star” was the kind of name

That would get you laid at frat parties?

I tease and go on

But truly

Mr. Lucas

I would like to say thank you

My stepbrother 3 years older than me

His whole life changed the day he saw that film

It affected teen men everywhere

So because of your brilliance

I’ve had the privilege of acting out the

Princess Leia scene

And yes,

I’ve even seen grown men

Wield vibrators and pretend they are

Light sabers.

So, I was mostly watching ET

When the whole star wars thing was going on

But I have to acknowledge it

In a sitemap

To many nice places

In my life.

PS

Rights to this poem are cheaper than you think (wink wink)

                                                                                    

3:57 in the morning

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3:57 in the morning

I put extra change in the meter every time I park the car
in hopes that I won’t make it back

 and I carry a black umbrella

in hopes of making this poem a fabulous clichéd disaster

I think maybe if you’ve never accidentally set the room on fire,
you obviously haven’t been trying very hard to get high

I pissed on a guy for 3 bucks once at the train tracks

but actually
it can seem rather small at 3:57 in the morning

my sagging breasts 
a smokers cough
a drive by
 a god
or even

that scar

from where you lost all your guts…

                                                   

hitchhiking to a savior

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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Hitchhiking to a savior

I think people are out there

Everyday

Hitchhiking to Jesus

I guess his pen name is L. Ron Hubbard

666

People have been hit

Crossing the street in front of the

church

 To get to the ATM machine.