Saturday, November 26, 2016

i don't feel like writing poems anymore. everything i write seems forced and stupid. it's raining.


Feelings and experiences vary widely. For example, I run my fingers over sandpaper, smell a skunk, feel a sharp pain in my finger, seem to see bright purple, become extremely angry. 

how beans could become america’s favorite snack
how to fight global poverty from space
did our fingers evolve from fish fins?


To put my mouth on her when she is everywhere
Reclining over this earth
That is my life's work

thank you ocean. thank you seaweed. thank you rocks. thank you sand. thank you feet. thank you road. thank you rose. thank you kiss. kiss a rose. 


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Savior complex
Spoon it in my mouth and feed them all like birds

It's ok I'll be here, forever

Mouth open, and wanting












Sunday, November 6, 2016

MY TEETH R GRIT
MY EDGES ARE BARRED
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I FALL INTO THE ATLANTIC
WHEN I DROWN ON THE WRONG COAST

READY FOR ny


eating my own teeth
not unlike
They crumble into
Feels like sand
My Teeth are grit


Keep face away from eyes and
 mouth
Safety precautions for the careless