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The Sound a Dying Car Battery Makes

your water was sacred

left dripping

the names, the music

the medicine

it seems our soundtrack

was a car battery drained in the morning

the manual we never read… 26 more words

Poetry

Destructive Interference

earthquake soon

in this cracked bedroom

beneath my heels flee the

cockroaches the color of smudged

knuckles in the dark

in the light, the agate colors of… 74 more words

Poetry

I’m Still Here

Blood: the word for family

in the lips of angels

hot       hot       hot

like Florida every summer

voices got into a tangle, where

we felt happy, now, a silence, 39 more words

Poetry

Nihilist Lunchbreak

I expect nothing.

Nothing expects blood.

Is nourished with blood.

Under her feet.

My distended abdomen.

The warped heel.

The coming void.

Pressing ever downward.

Stepping on my breath.

Poetry

Never Get Fat

Never get fat    Never twist your ankles

Never smoke cigarettes    2 packs a day

stabbed into the necks of empty Heineken bottles

Never sweat    by the beach    and in bars… 24 more words

Poetry

Milli

His grandfather told him,

Boy, you try too hard.

But so much isn’t done,

The Poet thinks.

Next time, next time.

But next time is too late. 47 more words

Poetry

“I can never sleep…”

I can never sleep, can

never power-down thought,

but when I do, when I dream,

you’re there, holding me close,

telling me I’m still loved.

Poetry