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orbital
there is an uncertain way the world revolves
sometimes those painted ponies run backwards
the book in your hand won't open

everyone who heard you say it
have forgotten what you said (more)
arguably so
you don't really need to know the order of the alphabet
i don't know how they came up with that order
you don't even need to know all of the letters in the alphabet
(more)
licked clean
how do they do it without tongues,
the carcass licked clean like a bowl of ice cream?

like the night licked clean by the morning sun
like the dream licked clean by waking
like her name licked clean by yours (more)
that's huge
President, huh?
Well, congrats!
Did you have any idea?
Oh, yeah, well, no, I don't watch the news.

When do you start? (more)
in my bones
in my bones are smaller bones
snapped together
into bigger bones

in my smaller bones are bones
built like ships (more)
mashed together
a bag of magnets
cinched
the sky filling with airplanes
the moon rising into a crowded evening
we're lit up like a baseball field
the cheering is mechanical (more)
never say that
We're water,
mostly,
with electricity.

We get one time around.
(more)
poem | existenc...
loving punishment
All attempts at loving will be metered with punishment.

The weak will turn to hating.

The strong will dash unshielded into loving. (more)
poem | dystopia | love
the piper
Yes, we hear you, but we're not interested. We know you live in a cave. Maybe a hundred years, or two, ago we'd be charmed or lulled by your whistling.

Oh, for god's sake, fine, it's not a whistle, it's a flute. Herbie Mann, you ain't. Yes, we're(more)
fiction
free power
Tesla & I sprawled in the den listening to Nilsson, split a package of Fudgetowns, and let the short gusts of summer play the chimes. The bells akimbo, he mused on electricity. I dunked a cookie in the cold milk.
summer | physics | cookies
slutty
it's in the eyes of the beholders, isn't it?

of those who will scold her

& those who will hold her.
(more)
poem | percepti...
twenty-two
It was 1991, backwards and forwards. Heavy metal was a withering knight on the fields, dusk stealing a third dimension. At dusk, I followed the girls to local clubs. Guitars drilling the through plumes of cigarette smoke, cooking the breath of  beer and Malibu rum. It wasn't the end, but(more)
nonficti... | music | evolutio...
check it out
It's like stumbling across the Book of Life on a library shelf and realizing you'd removed  your library card from your wallet to make room for a Starbucks gift card.
fiction | prioriti...
if I hadn't gone
If I hadn't gone, you wouldn't have remembered me.
I would've been a footnote in a volume of your history.

If I hadn't gone, you'd debate a new catastrophe.
New actors would have spoken in the drama of your tragedy.

If I hadn't gone, I would have(more)
poem | history | alternat...
cause & effect
graphite wrote the future
eraser wrote the past

we run up and down
the cedar shaft
(more)
poem | history