stalks

poetry

they can’t even hear you
through the smoke and the
corn stalks
your stuck here
building walls out of
cd covers and garbage ideas
to hide your private stash
of different colored needles,
empty kool-aid packets,
and dead bugs
with your head in the clouds
screaming.

corn

poetry

walking around the garbage bins
i knew i was gonna find you here
lamping in the dim moon light
with street lamps and alley cats
i still pretend it’s on my way to
work and you still pretend like
your not gonna stay long
looking all confused and lost
and i hear rumor you left,
moved to a darker part of town
where the churches fall down
with all that fire on the ground
without all my unsent mixtapes

day with dad

poetry

headphones and busses to places
i fear will tower over me due to
buildings so tall i nearly fall over
looking up at the sky seeing ferris wheels
from wooden benches in parks bearing
elderly women practicing kungfu while
clapping together spoons of wood with ever
step taken in the direction of the man
made wet lands of frog leaping lilly pad
mosquito breeding grounds placed
voluntarily by morons counting pennies
per day as they poor cement and hope
led to finally finding the cigar my lips
craved and cherished the taste through
all three walking past ponds elsewhere
in the town taking pictures of the grass
so green it could be played on if it weren’t
covered in manure actually made by man

things, other

poetry

drifting and drowsy while drifting and
driving is nifty when thousands of
soldiers are dying and digging their
dicks in the ground all around
sing a song where a frown turn this
world upside down with a phrase one
of change one of might one so sound
built on drifting while driving and
drinking ’till drowned —
till my stinking silk skin turns
to soil in the ground and my soul goes
up and up and up and around just like
satellites or mediorites or
merry-go-rounds like the things that you
see at night when no light will come
’round like the silliest sincerity you
could try to compound and package and
sell for just cents by the pound.