November 2010
1 post
2 tags
divorce poems xxx OR dreaming
i wake from a dream
about your body
hotter than lit matches,
you, deeper than the ocean,
and under me
i don’t want to think about that
little black dress
and the room is cold
so i go to the wall
adjust the thermostat
and i think about
clean white snow
July 2010
3 posts
i stared hard at the stack of motley crue cassettes behind the counter as we listened to neil young, live in winnipeg - and i live there now, oh, i live here - recorded three days ago, and my eyes welled up with tears for my dead and dying friends.
2 tags
campfire sing-alongs
‘i have got to get out of here.’
i’m staring at a campfire, out in this thicket in the middle of some obscure suburb-of-a-suburb. the half-built cottage, cabin, whatever it is - now it’s empty. in the morning, the only mark of our being here will be the words “BAT COUNTRY”, and the bats that we stenciled on the walls. we can’t bear the thought of a...
on my way home from work, i watched the fireworks from the bus. they lit the whole sky red and i wanted to be a part of that. instead, i made food for strangers, plastered on a smile like bandaids. i cut my right index finger a few days ago. it’s cut from the tip of it to the edge of the nail i’d cut too short a few days before that.
there are ambulances everywhere, on the bus ride....
May 2010
2 posts
she curls up in the windowsill
lets her foot dangle out
and she imagines falling
it’s like lifting skinny hips
i can taste yr bones
yr bony
breathing,
ocean song,
the siren song,
the siren song,
the lonely ocean
filled with siren songs
March 2010
3 posts
1 tag
harvesting
1. i smear my war paint on
like i can fight the
wars back home
2. friendships, fires
open hearts
unzipped tents
3. we howl at the moon, this
cleansing blue light, oh
the stars
4. i have no voice anymore and i used up all my words
on skin,
on feeling,
feeling
5. i wash my face but
i will keep fighting
the good fight
structurally sound OR giving yourself a black eye
i live inside a
safety glass house
i built into a
geodesic dome
i could stand in here and
throw these rocks all day
February 2010
2 posts
penn station deconstruction states
i stood at 8th and
my thirty-third
chance
i thought i’d puke
all my sins
onto the pavement
but maybe that was the cigarettes,
half a pack right there
waiting on yr late train
but you came up,
you came out
looking like an angel
and me, my halo
was smoke and
it dissipated
as soon as i made my move
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laughter OR divorce poems viii
it used to be
some great relief, the way
you opened your mouth
to laugh
now you open your mouth -
it’s all going downhill
December 2009
1 post
untitled
i dream a
tangerine skyline,
bright and whole-
some dreams
are better than others
November 2009
2 posts
internal monologue OR divorce poems vii
it’s cold out; the wind cuts right through my coat, and i’ve left my scarf at home, intentionally. i want to get sick. i need an excuse not to go out.
that being said, it’s true you took half our friends with you in the divorce. don’t even try to deny it, you did, and now i don’t go out half as much as i used to, which is good because i’m miserable anyway.
i...
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singles OR divorce poems II
lord, do i miss
the days of the
45
single song sides
complementing
lives running in tandem
fingers like needles,
playing
the grooves
of your musical spine
now,
without backbone
i join the sussurous
shuffling legions
browsing CD racks
with headphones on
October 2009
11 posts
while having a cigarette on the balcony
clouds
swimming in endless blue
my smoke curls to join them
jumping
blood on yr teeth
like spray paint in the overpass
the graffiti reminds us
of what we lost to the fire of
summer sun
to the tan on my shoulders
and the lines on my face
and the endless seductive highways
where i dreamt i stood
on top of chain link
suicide fences
some strange sad alien
trying to hold hands with the sky
if
if we lived closer
if i weren’t so scared
if you were more sure
if i didn’t pick at things
if you held on more tightly
we would be good
i would smear your makeup on your pillow
you would be my ocean
i would hold your hand
you would feel prettier because
i would make it so
but we aren’t
and i am
and you aren’t
and i do
we’re not
but you still are...
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wool socks OR divorce poems I
i am your
knee-high
wool socks
i kiss your toes,
cling to your calves,
keep you warm if
your feet are cold
i am your
knee-high
wool socks —
stuffed
in a drawer
‘cause it’s summer.
and you can't use them to pay me to speak
the rocks they use
to shore up the train tracks
for miles around here
leave bruises
the size of coins, never bigger
some of them are nickels and
others are toonies
but however many i get and however
hard i press them after
i cannot use them to
pay my way out of town
things i have picked up
the four
of hearts
from a red deck
of cards,
and the ace of spades
from a blue one.
a snail shell -
i hope
there are no homeless
gastropods
around here.
two quarters
i won in the casino
in coeur d’alene -
even though i lost
a dollar.
a tiny padlock
with tiny keys -
they do not fit the lock.
a girl scout badge
with one
embroidered
word -
“please”
...
idiot's guide to flying
lather your lungs
with tar
and feather them.
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clementine OR divorce poems vi
i.
dull machine thunks
i make errors
to keep my mind off of you
ii.
wash the dust
from the factory
off of my hands,
my face
alone in the employee bathroom
looking
feeling
like a gaunt
hard-working ghost
iii.
no one determines their own futures
but i could have tried harder
iv.
working nights means
spending days
in bed
i wash my sheets
and don’t put them back
for...
empty new house OR widowed
would you believe
i still jump
when the door creaks, like
my keening
could bring you back home
i hear you in the hail
on my windowsill
and your ghost squeaks
on the stairs,
but
you never lived in this house,
anyway.
xoxo pilot
i choose to believe
amelia earhart got
lost
in someone’s
skin
the world i
create is less
plane crashes and
more shared
mattresses and
all the unkissed
pale inches
are things i claim
with my
lipsteethtongue
i can make
purplered landmarks
visible from the sky
and no one will get
lost
again