October 24, 2020
My face is an un-
welcome mat, urging you to
wipe your eyes elsewhere.
Death masquerades as
a CAUTION tape finish line,
In this city, we
stomp across acne’d concrete,
Floating face down in
the mainstream—these people don’t
even know they’re dead.
like a blowup doll orbiting
your lonely heart.
October 23, 2020
Woke up to the void of an empty parking lot
Car filled with useless shit
Styrofoam cups, expelled aerosol cans and a single breathing corpse
Wrists cut, lava overflows, leaving the man drained
October 22, 2020
It must be thrilling to know
Girls used to be so full of doubt but now they say,
“Sure, I’m sure.” I say 1970, she says Nixon bombed Cambodia.
When I was a kid, I found a brontosaurus under my corn flakes.
Today I get all of world history at the end of my tootsie pop.
October 21, 2020
Experimental Poem #1
Razor-sharp tip of the foray
Spearheaded by the Hellishly hot tip of wrath
But sober, us divide the burnt pieces of tangerine peel
The utterance of prickly patterns on our mutual spaces
It’s an accentuated marriage in heaven
It’s the vibrations of the penance of titans
It’s the parallelism of commitment that gets tangled
It’s the hermit torturing itself to death
The boychild of the clan is crushed in the mill
The militia garners the cold for us
The wraiths offer us air,