Archived Poems

would use the telephone thanks no need to watch you pack finally leave the threat being over it has ended piled rocks in a line it makes a path to follow home at last finally home at last

sometimes when I see you I freak the fuck out suicidal you hand in glove over the top anger aimed at yourself sad to see even sadder to feel

no box to check to be an anomaly managed not fitting in your life of loneliness and happiness just enough water for tea made you a sandwich the one you said was your favorite ended up in the trash so I ate it all find it now

when did life become a commercial wanting a potato chip not sure which one the car of my mind dreams can’t take me away another commercial announcement smiles for everyone do you paint anymore do you sit in a room with a paintbrush filling in the canvas I hope so

we have the best mortality rate truth displaced paranoia deployed know new normal shoot me so I can heal

is water beholden whatever piece of history you point to I still can’t read you writing

get a new phone now just about every year live like a human in a tree a spider in a rumson mansion here’s a photo of Jersey City and the Atlantic ocean

it’s new like a kitten wondering who won art prize wonder who will be the next president the next poet the next in line maybe the the Internet knows maybe not

the future is here while you struggled with slavery domestic violence and a car without a steering wheel

championing a broken system passes a law makes thinking a felony a prison on every block armed babies waiting to overthrow this