One Year Without Nickel Nickel! Gosh, I fucking miss you with me: sitting inside at this dining room table desk writing this thing I wish didn’t need writing, and you: in the backyard behind me covered in all the love I’ll always have for you and random snake shit and the neighbor’s …
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A Year Without Prince (this thing in 4 parts, prefaced by brief rambling followed by a quick prologue and then…….zoom!) Wendy? Yes Lisa? I’m not Lisa. I’m Dennis Oh, sorry Dennis. I’m not Wendy anyway. I’m also Dennis too. Huh. (Purple silence. Followed by dialogue) That doesn’t mean we can’t still wear ripped …
A Month Without Nickel Sleep is an old vacuum cleaner from the 1950’s The kind they used to sell door to door Most now buried and the ones still around Don’t really work anymore And when I do sleep The dreams eat all the floors Until I wake up perpetually exhausted again With …
Me Too Night at Love Shovel Ranch Poem for Jonathan Montgomery, inventor of Me Too Poetics, Marcus If, inventor of Love Shovel Ranch, and Jewel Reality makes no sense to me! Nothingness is just another shit bar Death is a bad pick up line I’m sorry about damn near everything! I walk …
'Night Quentin I lie on top of our old futon mattress not sleeping shaking like some mad pile of rebuked biscuits and gravy tossed into a cold alley after all the restaurants close and passed over by things like stray dogs and particular raccoons teeth chattering primitively thoughts fumbling one into the other like glass …
