Tag: Poet

Last First Day Back

In the first day halls arise slight scents Of layered floor wax, student nervousness Static new shirts, cotton combed jeans And hair blended with The rising cost of chemicals. After the blurred search for a room number, We open the same books We’ve always…

Hair Yell

It’s ok to use a little hairspray To keep it out of your eyes Glue it down, rearrange it Before you lose your mind And yell at the mirror Blaming your cowlick On that worn pillow You named Mr. Flattie Throwing aside Pregnant Betty…

Shaking Glass With Hammers

You have held lovers Planting your curly soul Within their shaking innards Deep Where you felt they Wanted to be shook. Then Vibrating back at you, You became shaken Hiding the trembling Heat and pulse. Thoughts of fragility Make you wonder If we’re hollow…

The Freeway (Portrait #7)

  We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow it. The kid was…

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Beanies Are Babyish

  Hairnets keep things in place Caps are con artists Indecisive little shits, who Don’t want to be pinned down Derbies are dumbfounded Stovepipes are bearded with warts Stocking caps muffle their words Then get lost in the snow Unless they have a tassel…

Distant Trees Know No Names

  The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged   I am only electricity, a time excuse For the…

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