Friday, May 24, 2013

outing de beauvoir

outoftouch
outofstep
outofline
outofgrace
outoforder
outofmind
outofsync
outofhere
outofthere
outofplace
outofyou
outofrange
outofme
outofluck
outofexcuse
outoflove
outofhate
outoftime
out of words
painted like
venomous
butterflies
perched
black
green
red
on this
the final
outtake

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

I train my dog

to cross
the
road
eight
hour
twenty
dollar
aching
back
and
sunken
stare
standing
waiting
for
it to
end
the clock
a border
impossible
to break
and I train
my dog
to cross
the road
controlling
the lines
I can

suggestion

lips
red
her silken
cross
swallows
oceans
of latex
— missionaries
failing
to get
hard
and you
blame
her
for wearing
red

Friday, May 03, 2013

the day 
she
started
working
I went
to bed
and played
the Brian
Jonestown
Massacre
on repeat
wishing
that I had
the guts
to do
smack
talk with
sunshine
cafe
eyes
on becoming
a poet
tomorrow
no one
writes
poetry
about
depression
but if
they did
they 

wouldn't
know 

what
the fuck
they were
writing
about