Showing posts with label poem4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem4. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Me and Rose

Just two 
Supple necked girlies
Big hunger girlies
Wrestle ready girlies
Let me do it girlies 
Belly to belly
In a pitch dark room

Monday, January 6, 2025

FROM SUMMER

brighton dental when doves cry disney family portrait tarzan hanging over pocahontas next to cinderella meeting trace on the screen silver hair middle part pharmacy drive through practice turning and facing one time it's a bad joke the other time it's and inevitable warm childish half spin to ease desire’s reverse breath the kitchen grows every day the dahlias and basil grow i am in the unknown lightness not confidence but maybe a scent of setting peace a white clock with tooth roots legs and sounds beyond the force of suction


Saturday, January 4, 2025

Don't look too close

Maybe 500 poems about 

times I felt hurt or angry

will help


I remember being in my little studio in LA

back in 2014

realizing what art was for

I don't remember what I thought it was in that moment

but I remember the feeling


Today I'm thinking about 

things that are hard to let go of

That I know I need to let go of 

The way that everyone has always said

to let go of hope about my family, like it's a thing

I forgot to put on my to-do list

That I can not, just can not, figure out how

to let go of hope


Liz and I were on the bed in my basement and she was

describing with complete conviction that, for her, 

singing her songs and religious ritual

are exactly the same


i see it now


throwing something into that impossible gap


This isn't really a poem it's just a stupid

journal entry broken up into little lines

He Took me to the O: A prose/list poem


“Took Her to the O” is so catchy that it took me 5 years to stop and wonder why King Von’s date is down for this excursion, like, “Oh cool. O’Block sounds romantic,” especially when Von’s being such a lame dick.  It’s possible Von is an unreliable narrator, and he was really talking like a simp to her IRL at the store and in the car, then acting all hard for the audience.  But maybe it really did go down like he said and his date has codependency issues. This is a list poem of bad ideas for dates I’ve been invited on by various men who probably dislike me as much as Von seems to dislike his love interest:


  • Pick up package at FedEx warehouse 

  • Watch him play pool

  • Double date with Jeffrey Epstein

  • Double date with his dad, who talked about being a date rapist

  • Double date with a woman he was cheating on me with

  • Watch him shoplift a shrimp platter at Gristedes and eat it in the park

  • Tour temples featured in “Tomb Raider”

  • Some kind of bike expo at Javits Convention Center 

  • Hike (ugh)

  • Assist him on a shoot 

  • Medieval Times with his entire family

  • Scuba diving (the mf knew this was my one fear)

  • Burp Castle (lol wtf)