gorgeous
April 14, 2010
only when lonely men
howl at the impostors
does the world spin justly
and thrustly it shall be
when on nights like this
i swerve and weave
through the traffic claim
a mailbox or two on this
evening of leaving and
solitude
thinking of leaving mount
pleasant, soon.
at night i rise to grip her
thighs the dark’s supple
trouble stirring my coffee
and ready to fornicate
with this nighttime i am
holding and riding the
best that i can like a madman
howling away at impostors
making the world spin
proper.
the next five minutes
September 29, 2009
we look outside
because
rain is suddenly falling
at night
and in the windows of apartments
across the parking lot
silhouettes appear–
skeptical of the sound –
draw back curtains–
and suddenly
we are collectively admiring
this minor miracle
for the next five minutes.
this asphyxiated night sky
October 20, 2008
every night there seems
one less star
in this
asphyxiated
nig
ht
s
k
y
.
Confusion
July 9, 2008
People ask
“How do you feel?”
I say “Fine”
But do I really?
Am I to know
If I can not cry?
If I lie awake at night
Thinking without control
But not of my mother?
haiku
June 19, 2008
at night we count
not stars but gunshots–
five two days ago.
switch
June 18, 2008
imagine a switch that you could
flip to turn day into
night—
shutting the sun off like
a halogen lamp dissipating blue to
black revealing blinking
stars and emptying streets of
people and cars
gone, will be all signs of life
(or at least, into hiding:
beneath rooftops and cotton
Sheets—where i’d really rather
be
with you)
at the flip
of a switch.
haiku
June 16, 2008
storefronts close
clenching like teeth
against the night.
darkness caught me
June 15, 2008
darkness caught me
by surprise the other night
outside–a lonesome
firefly brought it
to my attention.
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freakynewchild
Tucker J. Collins
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David X. Hugo
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