My Foot Fell Asleep And It’s Having Those Dreams
my foot fell asleep
and it’s having those dreams again, where
we alphabetized all our typos
and did sex stuff in front of them
until the correct spellings came out
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Tag Archives: beautiful graveyards
I Love Vladimir Mayakovsky
15 Apr
I Love Vladimir Mayakovsky
“I love Vladimir Mayakovsky”
The way she says this
goes over with me like
fresh flowers allowed
to grow in the park
she’s just read “Great Big Hell of a City”
says she can relate to the moon now
Night loved itself out
the only line that ever
had to be written
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
Tiny Babies
29 Dec
tiny babies
little highway veins
working together
w/ shiny carburetor lungs
defying the unimportance
of everything
young enough still
to regard each footstep
as a holy mission
brand new summers
wait to pick you up
at the train station
you take a seat
next to the days
you’ll remember best
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
Poor Me
28 Dec
poor me
life overhears everything
the sounds of
your voice on a telephone
talking
about calendars and your
need to let go
rainbows go color blind
rivers get lost
birds become allergic
to the sky
the sun gets laid
off
the ground puts on
a jacket
dandelions mistake pepsi
for coke
crayons lose their way
back to the wax
butterflies de-evolve into walking
sticks of margarine
and where am I in all
of this
I’m the guy standing at the
front of the line
it’s my turn to lose you
tree lines catch pneumonia and develop
an aversion for pixie sticks
I don’t want to let you
go
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
You’re Beautiful and I’m Alone
26 Dec
You’re Beautiful and I’m Alone
you’re beautiful and I’m alone
and the one thing we have
in common is that there’s
not one god-damned thing
we can do about it
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
Dirt Road Graveyard
27 Nov
Dirt Road Graveyard
You’re like a graveyard
on an old dirt road
filled with ghosts
and fun to hold
séances in
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
Alone For The Holidays
17 Nov
alone for the holidays
I had to masturbate four times
today because that’s what kind
of day it was
sometimes I would think of you
tug stroke stroke
sometimes I would think of happy things
like a beautiful day
stroke stroke tug
sometimes I would think of you
(from my book, beautiful graveyards, Farfalla Press)
