Monday, December 10, 2012


I will sell you my soul
but this will never move you

I am a thief
and self-centered

I cannot stop doing these things

Friday, August 24, 2012

Last night you asked
for simple and uncomposed poetry
for it to flow raw from my tongue
I thought of liquid heat
and skin
and contact
but couldn't
tie words together
I'd forgotten all my knots
from days of studying and practice
my thoughts were suddenly
very stubborn
like a fist full of dirt,
longing to be freed
but only small grains escaping
not enough to let words take root
and begin something new

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Return to myself

I am trying to return to myself
but in my way
stands a forest
of every tree I have ever climbed
or thought of climbing
and I regret now
that my dreams feel ever so small
wrapped tightly in eucalyptus leaves
and bound with a wisp
of dry wood smoke
warm-feeling like a memory

There is an organ
within my body
of soft sweet innocence
and with it
I have mourned the loss
of my childhood
I have longed to erase
the false truths I have told myself
I have tried to return to myself

The heavy mist of optimism
seems to have dissipated
but on days like today
there is just enough moisture in the air
to breathe deeply

Saturday, June 16, 2012

keeping calm

I want to go outside
and sing silky ribbons
of melody that float in
through your window
on a warm night

Things have never been quite
the same since
we stopped dunking our heads
in buckets of distraction
and empty, frivolous joy
opened our eyes
despite the fear

Sometimes I felt better
alone in dark quiet
but I know my foot is inches
from that stagnant infectious pool
threatening to fall in

And I am good
at keeping calm
in the most inappropriate of times

Thursday, April 19, 2012


Yesterday I listened
to the last recorded sounds
of a now-extinct bird
   first calling a mate
      then after a storm took her away
his lone call
and the space where her answer should have been
was so heavy
   O please, O please
   let me find her
   let me hear her voice
silence seemed to say
I've never perceived so much
from an empty moment
and I felt so much regret
for being a human
on this sad earth
that just never saw us coming

Monday, April 2, 2012

it's not so hard to smile
at a stranger
or a friend
to be infected briefly by joy
but they go on
and I feel a heavy
that weighs somber
and thick in silence
or cold darkness

Saturday, March 10, 2012

some days

some days
what is wrong with me
and wouldn't your mother be proud
and is it so hard to be mildly happy
or at least somewhat neutral feeling
the thought of being around friends
or acquaintances
really sounds undesirable
and I know I would not want to talk or smile
and because of that I would make a bad impression
or maybe hurt someone's feelings
and I feel like a child
the one who was called moody
and was such a bother
you think a simple answer
wouldn't be an ordeal
and it smells like fucking burning rubber in here
and yeah why not feed into everything bad I feel
I can't lay in bed anymore watching Futurama
and I can't even have a beer with this stupid medicine
seriously is something burning

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

when I was 5
and I would crawl under my bed
and breathe softly
into the dark
cramped dusty space
until I fell asleep
it was nice
everything confined to that space
and nothing existed
outside of it for a moment
I felt safe and happy
and undisturbed
until I awoke to my mother
calling my name
I saw the light switched on
her feet on the carpet
I would wait until
she turned and walked away
to crawl out into the world again

Saturday, February 11, 2012

My favorite word is no

no work tomorrow
no calculus ever
no sadness
no frustration
no running late
no being mean
no crying for no reason
no realizing you're out of shampoo when you're already in the shower
no regrets
no need for money
no dying
no falling to your knees in despair
no wrong size shoes too late to return
no dirty dishes
no forcing a smile
no hating strangers for no reason
no detached-feeling ache
no bad days
no bad days
no bad days
no bad days

Monday, January 23, 2012


hey i made a zine
send me your address if you want one