It’s a double-edged sword.
The sky is finally clear enough for
me to see the stars,
But the heat has dissipated
from the lack of cloud-cover.

But I am not dismayed;
A wise man once told me,
you can’t have everything.
Where would you put it?

Fuck.
I’m tired.
But
I have to
finish
at least one
complete
cognizant
thought.

Diligence isn’t
or doesn’t seem
to be working anymore.

A few
quick
naps
do not a
good night sleep
make.

Think.
Fuck.
I’m tired.

the first night we
spent apart i slept
with seventy-nine men adrift
a roaring sea of snoring
lost
without you stealing
my covers–but then i
realize that’s why
your skin radiates
incandescent warmth
when i reach for you
in the middle of the
night. now i know your
thermal secrets

and I’m not afraid to use them
against you.

can’t get these things
to come out of my mouth
when my equations are solved
before i write them down
by the things they don’t
teach in school and you’ve
got to find them out yourself
and if you aren’t looking
hard enough, well
that’s deplorable.

And t’s sobering
to see the best of men sit
Fighting for 3 long years,
just to witness all the good times.

To make God Damned certain
that his kids have grown.
To make God Damned certain
His people were taken care of.

It’s not a death in the family
but it hurts like one.

Goodbye Gary.

We miss you already.

We told ghost stories
while driving down a
mostly-abandoned midnight
stretch of I-94.

The truck hummed familiarly,
keeping a semblance of
comfort as our minds Raced
back to places where we
didn’t know what lay
quite beyond the ring
of our flashlights.
When gates swung
for no good reason,
and toys came on
without a battery to
power them.

the thoughts of forgotten
fears gripped us,
memories of times spent
in dark places we
probably ought not
wander through.

And without the comfort
of that constantly
humming motor,
I’m certain we would
have driven ourselves
Insane.

these things sit very
firmly like the earth:
money
institutions
the thoughtless
american dream.
you cannot budge them
they do not need to be
emphasized
we’ve already bought in
we are no longer
on earth, we are
in a country. we are no
longer a human being,
we are a caucasian male
american. we are no longer
singular. you walk outside
and you’re not a human
standing on the earth
breathing in the air
your standing in the middle
of property, names, buildings,
commerce, shit.
but it’s fact
and
anything else
would
be
crazy.

I have no fear of shotgun-toting
orangutans. And why should I?
They’re just monkeys with
weapons they don’t understand
how to handle.

And all the while
you think I can handle myself
But I can’t
I’m just a victim of
your imagination.

my eyes alone
my eyes are alone
i see through them
as does no one
else
i see through them
and am solitary
yet a person
like everyone else
but i don’t know
what everyone else
sees because i
can only see through
my eyes alone
you know me?
how could you
know anyone else?
you didn’t exist
until i saw you
through my eyes
alone.

Toyota makes a fine,
Fine automobile
But
I have never
been more terrified
of potholes.

i offend
you offend
we both offend,

and it just keeps going
with every word we say
with every move we make;

hurting and digging,
long after we have forgotten
the reason why this all started

but just wishing
that we can be apart
so that this can all stop;

so the night progresses
seemingly interminably,
until we unite in bed.

it goes rmmrmmm
and it goes bmmbmmm
calling unwanted attention
to my self-disclosing mid-section
despite my attempts to
hush and shush and
my muttered “shut-up stupid stomach!”s