i am getting stoned
i stopped tweeting
i say i love
i dont give a damn
i give a billion rivers the width of an old dying star
i can stop eating like my dad
i can be a skelleton
i can close my ears until you leave

nest

off-path
covered
dirt boat

my beard
hung

w/ twigs
and prairie flower

arranged to remind
a million
miles
of sky

you
ocean i
can hear the other
side

of atmosphere

singing
when a storm
the size of god

rains

or darkness
or sun returns

call me
pheasant

i would like
to dance
barefoot
in the summer

if i could
sit in a field

or see you running

profile, oh

my darling my darling my darling
i think when i am walking

if only my thinking was talking
your ears or i'd nibble

a neck wrapped around a neck
watching the city grow into more cities

farmer

your rib
cage & still
kiss places
of you
buffalo track
graze
darkened skin
just
above your hips

we are in season

small hairs
grow
down
middle of
america or else
your chest
around nipples
my mouth paws
rabbit trail
or
i am guessing

what glows

no this is
not
my howling
i can
only move
like a coyote

bend

thank your thighs, alright
so i say things like;
your hair isn't curly,
when you wear white socks &
black shoes i keep my thoughts
to myself, put one hand below
your rib cage & still kiss places
of you that look like boys.

we moved in
for ryan jenkins

shotgun shells over
mound of dirt--
as a play place
whether you're going
here, or
here,
or it's gravel road for miles. and dirt.

humid summer suffocates
drenched in sweat
feel
acrid reek of sheep farm
a country mile
to the east
seep between
the cracks of your leather

half indian boy
swims in a river
wanders into the neighbor field
step on fresh manure
walls you can feel a breeze through
hear the expanding plain
stretch you
from falls city to scottsbluff

whip of wind
against
white washed walls
is nothing
to trouble
pioneer family
drags behind
because this
is a temporary stay
it will pass.
all of it.

body

start to feel your gut organs pulsing uncomfortably
in damp darkness

from chomping and chugging pocketfulls of candy
your eyes

and then you


i guess what i'm saying is

what i'm saying is

answer with yes about what i know
the city makes you gravy
i
graduated college

was born
again

feel one thing harden and shut down
like a lung or a kidney

i guess my parents fucked once
or thought love was a thing you could find
and i

died one day
you might read
if words are still in my name

maybe i'll clone myself and say dear clone
please read my poetry
please love who i was

or i can know that what i say
is as important as what everyone says

then my poems are already being
and always have

hoover dam

once i saw the hoover dam
sometime after sun down

in a long line of cars
slowly moving into nevada

i thought about dying
i thought about donkey kong country

i dont know what else to say
about it

love poem

think of you as words
and the pressing of small fingers on my neck
i guess i could
meet you anywhere to smoke a cigarette for a few minutes

i would kiss your jaw line
right now
or just stand a few feet away through glass
i remember every second i breathe

water displacement 40th attempt

eyes are seeing
pocket skull deep into the orange pulp of sun cakes
or this mind of mine is a winding clock
is an anchor
heavy as a heavy rock
the size of anything
and then
a sinking ship sits
like an ass at the bottom of the most water
i have ever
swam in
i am swimming
like a happy dog
fur as heavy as bones
as much weight as a solid gold dog
or a melted gold dog
i cannot be funny every second of the day
i cannot figure out
the world
do you know if you are told something is true
it is true until you google it
or do it
or do it again
like a damn genius
like a magician making magic happen
its all magic smoke and magic mirrors
i have no idea
how a television works
i am thinking
if i shake as fast as possible
i might cook from the inside
but i am just sitting here at the bottom
of nothing
shaking like an idiot because its so cold
i guess
in february
i miss you or something
i wonder if there are any good movies to see

wish i was as cool as someone


i shook all over at the black jack table
you can hear my oldest bones breaking
if you put your ear down the the green felt table
i will say
i am not dying
because
i cannot
spend
i
am dying
because i am spent
and your eyes look up at my silly cowardice
like i am some kind of wounded monster
slowly cooking from the inside
the smell of
my organs
is gross
and your mouth drops open
losing control
you
sink

lara croft nude code

i remember being in houses a lot
wonder if gods got a god to be like
like mike
jordan, it hurts when you know
i have nikes on
i wish i had nikes on
i am afraid of wearing my nikes in public
because i might get murdered over these kicks
do you
walk around a lot
i mean did i just watch that youtube video
title: did jesus christ learn buddhism
of course
i didn't
but it really got me thinking
about how i said
loving you was looking at a beached whale

haiku

i wish i was rich
so i could buy all my friends
a set of gold teeth

haiku

catch pump dribble stop
pass to the post and screen off
for the pick and roll

haiku

i told you mountain
you grew a volcano in
my lavaless chest

haiku


kiss me you idi-
ot my mouth is whistling
a song for our face

haiku


my generic fuck
the drowning son of a bitch
in the vast ocean

gut rot

i am hardly bullying and
i am not a library
i spell things wrong a lot
i feel really terrible about it
i sing like a dumb dog
i am lazy in the morning
dislike tap water
but god i want water so bad
it's like i need
to be flooded
or when i used to drive cars
i used to think about driving
off into the ditch
and to me this always seemed
like a hillarious way to die
was so young back then i guess
death just seems funny
like once the movie is over
i will never win an oscar
won't even be around to see people
walk out and stand in front of the theater
wondering what the hell just happened

yard waste

so this is my big shit grin
and this is my tin man
friend with no heart
or he couldn't think what he loved with
or he kept talking about all this blood
in his body
that just pooled in the limbs
sloshing around when he danced at the club
and i guess he's real lonely
but he's got a lot of thinking to do
on why he should think
this is the one
or this is the one
or this is the one
or this is the one

haiku

this is me
staring at you through twenty feet of dust

text you when i'm drunk

or write a
poem
about how i feel small bits of nothing
ignite and explode
into suns and solar systems and life and no life
in a fraction of time
that cannot be recreated
on film
maybe tweet something like
god damn
as if something profound has just happened
in my chestbrain
but i haven't the vocab
to really say
anything
and think too much about the smallest corner
of your face
where i write tiny haiku like jokes
about the inner you
and please lean up
or breathe a vowel under my chin
so close to my neck
i die
i die
i die
like a tree dies, or a whale dies
or the universe

youtube

does it cough in a motherly way
or i see you when your skin shows
and know how to feel the earth shimmy
like a fat man down a chimney
see where the burnt tree dust
streaks his velvety pants
you don't have to ask his name
he just smiles and eats
the sacrificed sweets you left him
w/ his yellow stained anvils
dropping from the desert sky
thinking we are all cartoons
or after i smoked this crazy shit
i started looking around mad
at everything

flat land

i guess i don't remember much
about traveling
anywhere

except for this moment when the car
struggled up the rocky mountains

and all the birds i saw in nebraska

flying back and forth
across the interstate

a ballpark figure

not one to fret on bruises
brown and yellow fruits
sugar
is going directly into my saliva
i think i can
turn this wood stick
into a flat line drive
into left field
take my steps quick and close together
my heart says
dance fucker
and shoots a machine gun at my tap tap
makes me feel like a
god out here
getting hated on by all these
monkeys.

facebookchat

even this non-talking talk
makes me anxious
feel the shape of my torso
slope
i am in this shell i think
i wonder where the amazing you have is
if that is sense
i wouldn't expect to be able to say anything
let alone write a poem
'bout it
like
i dunno
you smile and then i smile
i guess that is something

cowboy shit

the sounds livin' makes is the same as death bells
or talking words through a mouth full of orange
damn
the talkin i hear from these rap lits
pretty juicy
juice drips down my chest
i am not going
to eat
anything
i am not going to
make you feel shitty
i will speak fruit blurbs
blip blooping blog logging
chop
down the tallest poetry
like
i write poems about the giants of the NBA
like
i love to make love to make love to
have this stamp on my forehead that says DRAKE
tell me what you listen to
tell me you listen to me
tell me about all the poems you can write
put them on the internet
because i am eating other things
put murder in my mouth
its shit now
put a few wasted lives in my mouth
busted my teeth on
all the gold i found
wrote a letter to future me
said dear justin
i hope you are dunking now
haven't heard back yet
but i have been
working on my game
dumping out these baskets of apples
and nailing them at different heights
on the neighbors garage
slowly up to regulation
but i said
i was walking when i meant to start running
but haven't bought
my running shoes yet
i said i was out near the middle of nowhere
said i saw an apple
but i was dreaming
about this apple i saw
wondering how far it had fallen
since i couln't
see a fucking tree
anywhere
and i woke up to write all this down
but all i could write was
if i repeat
what i am saying
i will never forget it

how easy

what if there were these air ships
that flew by every town every now and then
to pick up the gems
of civilization
i mean like there is this homeless guy
with a pretty nice sign
i mean he painted it yellow and green
where did he get paint?
who gives a homeless man paint?
then this guy runs buy
wearing non-running clothes/shoes
i was wondering
how stupid people must have felt
running before there were running clothes
and i was going to write this poem
about my poetry
or about how you can drown
from drinking too much water
like if you went
to the bottom
of the ocean
to swallow
everything.

i am a one armed snake

quit texting me
it's hard for me to text you back
jk
i am a mad texter texting poetry with one thumb
i can take a picture of myself naked
and text it to everyone i know

i am a one armed snake

quit texting me
it is hard for me to text you back
jk
i am a mad texter texting poetry with one thumb

patrick swayze

i am hardly bullying and
i am not a library
i spell things wrong a lot
i feel really terrible about it

can you name this for me
or name anything
just lie to me at least
say this
is a goldmine

and i know where the pick-axe was
or i knew how to find a shed
and i took my hand across
to wipe it from the world

then there was a lot of floating
i said where am i floating off to
but nobody said anything
and kept saying that, like it was funny

a good way to agree

and if all my poems were as long as kyle is tall
what would
the gaps between my smile time and my next smile time
really say
out

i am going to build a billion closets
to hold ten billion coats
for every marginal change
in the temp.
of
this

does my breath stink when i read poems this close to your face
say to me
i think i am 7 feet tall
i think i am 7 feet tall
i think i am 7 feet tall

and you know
there is a word for anything
like when i drink a cup of water
and say
this water tastes

moving things that cannot move

i do not spit down mountains
or wind is
a substance
before the camels back breaks
i remove two straw
for every straw you add
and your voice
explodes tunnels into this old shit
rock
and roll
when there was no drake
when i only had dreams
of not knowing what i was missing

when was i ever telling the truth

i'm about as gravy as i'm gonna be
gonna be unemployed soon
gonna be free

won't have much money to breathe
all this expensive bottled air
sucks

i can tell you
so many jokes
that will make you laugh your skin off

deion sanders suits

there is enough liquid in my ears.
i am forgetting details--
your song is a blue whales song--

your name is a green grass.

i spent the last twenty-seven years
thinking.

talk to me
about what doesn't matter, like
cheeks.

or the last time i was drinking
all these different things:
whiskey and whiskey and all this other
stuff.

i was naked the other day,
and just wondering
about mirrors.

chief of police

this is pyramid weather
in nebraska
i
dont even like the cat
i renamed him the chief of police
i blow smoke in his face
i chase him
i
am a numbskull
dried out from block to block
set by math freak aliens
that
look like cats
like this fat piece of garbage
named the chief of police
i
gotta go chase this guy

7'2"

i plus one your blog posts
with a waving click digit
the finger of dikembe mutombo
or his stilt bones
how tall is your poetry
when i look up
i can find no safe alley to the hoop
i can count on
everything i toss up to be swatted
out into the stands
where the fans mock me
with that same damned denial
you are gods stacked on gods
i cannot remember anything past your hands
no he says
no he says
no he says

flutter

hello
how are
my skull
bits
talk me over
by tonguing
the pink wrapped bones
does my answer is
can't walk
this walking rock
stay in the splash zone
my mud feet
curled around
a zero

she asked me to write with her
i asked how much she weighs
she said 'you are an asshole'
i said well you dont want to
break the back of what ever animal
we are riding
she said 'i said writing'
i said oh
well no
the only two words i can think about when i am around you
are
sulfuric acid

theres maybe too much blood in me

i wake is sleeping
so i'm spit so i
can always see the sun
creep
keep leaking
i am a peice of shitting
or all this shit made out of made me
vomit all the snot
say to a mirroring
why i feel so
and growing
i have thick armor
plates
over all my organs
does the ear
know what my mouth
not even cut
outting
our small hands
soft because they hate me
hate me for all the saddening
i am a machine
i am sucking the fun out of all your earth
i am crying at a movie
ignore it
let him turn into a small stone
that sinks into itself

dolly parton

try this custom gut work
out are my ribs are my hands
peel back
walk in these boots
or lose your boot
crawling around on the floor like a beast
he was
call my memories poems
so i
get sad when i don't know why i am so old
or what to say
i could write an essay about myself
that might explain
why i never smile or skype or talk long or
i maybe stopped tweeting today
i could sleep more
i could get fired from my job
or see pyramids
buy a one way ticket to cairo
i don't turn my phone off
i don't
maybe i did hit my head when i was crushed by a jeep
maybe i have been to chicago too many times
all i do is drink low calorie juice
all i do is pour splenda down my throat and snort lines
of splenda
i have insurance
or i can see all these options that will possibly
make me happy
but i am so god damn afraid of everything
i guess.

drinking cocktails in a skyscraper

being 96 floors alive
taller than god's god's god's god
you know you aren't this answer machine
or this fuck machine
and say things about your body
like its a box or a cage or the cell for some human
about to die
or when nick cage dies
or i can't get enough of nick cage
or these old ladies get mad
because you don't let them fall first
rip king kong
rip dirt boat
or your body nest holds
twigs and sticks to hit things with
like my hands soft piano hammers
digging through dirt to find more dirt
you laugh like an exotic bird
i can understand why someone would hate dogs
or say they hate dogs
there is a type of brain in me
or my chestthroat seems to bypass my lungs
does the street
look this choked
when i am drunk and stumbling from sunnyside and damen
all the way down to bucktown
hoping to pocket my skull
watch the dull light around my face
drift with each eye dropper
of this green shit i am drinking
if you called me right now
i would say i love you maybe
a million times

write down everything that stops hiccups

1. my shit is worth more than my diapers
and explain to everyone
what butter can do for anything

2. i am about to be eternal
say things like computer sounds
no just make computer sounds

3. learn how to disappear
like magic
or science

4. peanut butter
this is where you start the iq test
that involves peanut butter

5. scare the shit out of me
do not tell anyone this
save for last resort before death

6. death
solves
everything

7. slam dunk a basketball
hopefully for your sake
you can do this instead of dying

8. kiss somebody
ask them first
unless you are about to die because you cant dunk

9. drowning
or pretend you are drowning
so that someone will kiss you

and now i will disappear

a bridge

why would i want to go somewhere new or wonderful or terrible or
to feel
sad when i return
in love or in love or
i will die
and know these things
on the god damn moon

big god

loan me your ass jaw
decorate each of its teeth
with bling

does all this melting
i guess
or just fire standing

liquid wax wings
find how hard
it is to get there

and the earth is a stone
in my space gut
lodged into the meat of my kidney

poem

'm grinding
'm soft teeth
'm falling
'm million pieces
'm hums in the dark
'm on a horse
'm stands in the rain
'm cumming in my pants
'm lost
'm not ready to work
'm dead
'm running into wall
'm clawed
'm filling my brain w/ smoke
'm so drunk
'm filling my pockets
'm peace
'm falling apart at the seams
'm a gold coin
'm all the sharks in the ocean
'm old as dirt
'm drying off my other skins
'm fat
'm hungry
'm about to start something

bloodsuck


started crying at work again

maybe i am iron

maybe i will just go

maybe i have gone

stoned is or animal

crushed by tiny mountains

i get fucked

or do nothing

there is sand in my lungs

and i wish things

i say to my friends

my father is not dead yet

but then

i can not die

because no one will remember

need a ride

im just lookin for some sweet
justice
god dammit
this
the same limp dick performance you get out of anyone
stop acting
tweet travel
bust out the new foreman tonight
somebody at work just pissed me off
i almost followed wes welker today
finally wrote my first poem of 2k12
feel good about that
you
are a villain
remember the show renegade with lorenzo lamas
me too
chill bro
if i wrote a poem about every tweet i'd have a lot of
picked out some runnin shoes
i've got magic johnson's smile in my heart
hey don't zen me bro
the buddha laughs
everyone you look down on is a mirror
magic johnson's smile
what im saying is
jokes on me
several jokes about jonah hill
i am iron maybe
i did not tweet that i am a better tweeter than van halen

hunt

damn you is going to delete me
counting the times of cry
shout does this love you in void
or my missing is your strength
can the forget be only gravy
will my easy shake you off
when there is no together in
my ways to say i have you
and your ways to sun in eyes
does the blind still run from moon
with the howling and cursing
at nothing

i
think
about
shooting
my brains
out
every
day

tiger poem

call me tiger more
watch my fur rise

lick my neck clean
of all the beast gore i wear

take me safely into you
sing about a field of strawberries

watch my eyes close
call me when i am sleeping

tiger poem


call me tiger
more, take my breath away
share it with anything
the air
or other tigers

Kim Jong-Il is dead
aka RIP KIM
for kim jong-il

wait i
wasn't done yet i
wanted to paint a picture
of my
explosive chestbrain
all my
smarts in my
tingling toes and fingers
they called me
the great white palm reader
i could
write a novel with my eyes closed
but please
don't forgive a goddamn word
forget me
no, please
forget me
project some shadow chaos in my
wake, unnamed ghost
with no
voice
only the winking sounds
of dice clattering in my
skull
my friends
keep warm in the coming winter
stay closest to fresh water
and always
question the aching void
i have left you

love poem

flex your eye muscles
stretching the pale parts of your body
around the receding view
of things like light
and all matter
my heart thing
all of my ideas are being pulled out of my brain
like dimes clanking up the metal tube of a vacuum
machine
chattering my teeth together in the cold
shaking so violently you can hear my skin
ruffle
until my limbs react to the line of suns streaming past
and i break into some prehistoric space dance
until every part of my body
is a billion miles away from you

love poem

i'm just

antler

for the pity love
my short sight to the stubs of my hooves
grinded down from awkward pawing
limestone worn away from years of blasting sand
high winds over great plains
watching each and every one of you
drop like bison
don't even hear the train pass
speeding steel cock
put your head down on the endles line
away from here
expanding space will only stretch things
so the rearview mirror says
as long as you can see me
i will never leave you
to a semi or some cross country thing
thinks the greener must be here
or if i haven't found love
in the arms of these beasts
perhaps i should try another
so pick up my head from the buzzing rail
wait for the raging storm
wait for the horns of my metal death
so all the other deer
watch

eat your heart out craig ehlo

i feel as if i am listening to thousands of drunk ohioans
screaming through four feet of water

your entire life is a road game that you need to win
the rest of your life is in front of you

they call it a playoff run
when you are the one leaping into the air after a buzzer beater

not scurrying back to lifes locker rooms
lonely stone pitty parties

make a million bucks and lose everything
in the face of so many famous halls

where are you today craig ehlo?
wondering how you can stop a madman

know that you will never love a human being
who can shoot over you

born

a gin
&
a gin
&
a gin
&
a gin
&
a gin
&

then you can't even walk
but you will say
the stupidest things
you have always wanted to say

craig ehlo eat your heart out

THIS IS AN INTERVIEW FOR ANNETTE

1. would you say writing poetry is more like shaking hands, dancing, or watching a movie?


2. what is the best movie you have ever seen in theater and why?


3. when you order coffee at a coffee joint what do you usually ask for?


4. what purpose does poetry have in your life?


5. do you feel that you are able to communciate creatively easier than through typical conversation?


6. what do you think about the phrase "poetry is not a weapon"?


7. how old were you when you started smoking?


8. what would you want people to know about you or your poetry?


9. have you ever been on a sail boat?


10. have you ever thought about changing the colors of your blog?



11. how many tattoos do you have and what will be the next one?




12. what are you going to school for?



13. how many q-tips do you use to clean out ear wax in one ear?



14. what or who first got you interested in poetry? what year was that approx?



15. how many dates have you gone on through internet dating sites and what was the worst/funniest date?

rain deaths

you are an animal

howling at a floating beach

while time traveling sci fi types surf galaxies

where do your solar systems fit in your skull

see all these sneaky cats screwing in the fog

while i am stuck in wicker park in the rain

bright lights of the saturday bars bleed together

or i am following you to my apartment

on our bikes down the path you take

i still can't get that rain off me

or the sight of moon waves and sun waves

sprawled onto the pillow next to me

out of my brain

i am sleeping in

i am soaked head to toe

don't tell me things can work out

people are dying from rain in south america

i am dying from rain on the great plains

or no rain and i am still dying

being crushed by larger and larger wallops

trying to keep me from all this laying in bed

eating krab and being drunk

reminds me

that i don't give a shit about getting wet

there are clouds and then there is moon

and then there is the rest of the galaxay etc.

i won't even shout this time

THIS IS AN INTERVIEW FOR ANTHONY VANDENBERG

1. how do you think being an Eagle Scout has affected your life as an adult??



2. if you could be a character from any movie or video game who would you be and why?



3. what was your last vivid dream?



4. do your dreams make you think about your life, or do you conjure any creativity from them?


5. do you write? if so what? if not, what would you like to write about?



6. best place to eat in vermont and what to order.



7. list your top five favorite beers.




8. do you ever respond to things with creative expression? if not, how do you respond to things like strong emotions?



9. what was your fave halloween costume, and what ideas for future costumes do you have?



10. how do you think the time you have spent in vermont and south dakota has changed your view of the world?



11. what are your goals over the next five years?




12. if you were a super hero, where would you live and what would your super hero name be?




13. which character from heroes do you associate w the most?




14. how do you think your relationship with your father and brother had an impact on who you were as a younger anthony compared to who you are now that you live so far from them?




15. do people in vermont ask you to take off your shirt and show them your body?

THIS IS AN INTERVIEW THAT WAS GIVEN BY DEBBIE HU TO ME IE I ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS

1. how important do you think writer's group has been in keeping you committed to writing poetry?

i dont think that it is as important in that aspect as it is in keeping me committed to transitioning my writing and the learning process of discussion.

2. who do you most want to read your poems and like them?

human beings

3. do you feel like you have a good sense of what bad poetry is like?

no not really. i like to think that if one person in the world has a reaction from your poem then you have written a good poem. i dont really believe that but i would like to.

4. do you ever feel like you're "faking it" when you write? like e.g. a note or a birthday card, like it's so easy to write something that will delight the other person, there doesn't even have to be any feeling behind it.

no

5. what's the thing you worry about most when you write?

"can i keep this going"

6. do you have particular goals for yourself, writingwise, like either in terms of daily writing time or writing amount or longer term projects?

no, i never plan writing. usually something just starts going through my mind and eventually i start writing a poem in my head and then i pull out my iphone 4 and tap away.

7. what do you think about grad school?

i would love the oppurtunity to go to grad school to be in the academic scene again. i miss that. i also want to teach poetry so i guess i have to sorta.

8. would you rather be funny but not poignant or poignant but not funny (but not like in the "cute" slightly derisive way that poignant is said in "how poignant," just actually poignant)?

i would rather be funny

9. i heard your photograph was once in a book called "look at this fucking hipster." i think that's pretty sweet.

yeah...

10. who are your favorite poets?

raymond carver, william c williams, paul clark, jack spicer, gary snyder, franz wright, ernest hemingway, robert creeley, and reggie miller

11. have you ever written a "political poem?"

yes. i wrote a poem about a fictional brother of barack obama in 2k11

THIS IS AN INTERVIEW FOR DEBBIE HU

1. how long have you considered yourself a writer, and do you think you will ever not be a writer?



2. did you watch a lot of cartoons growing up? which ones?



3. what do you want to be when you grow up?



4. do you think the movie wall-e provides a healthy view of love or the emotions related to the idea of love or an unhealthy view of how to devote yourself to something/someone to avoid loneliness?


5. if youc ould be any president of the united states past or pres who would it be and why?



6. list your favorite Beatles in order best to worst.



7. what do you think about having a conversation through art?




8 how do you think traveling affects your writing?




9. what is your favorite sport to play/watch?



10. have you ever thought about jumping from a moving car?




11. did you know that the owners of Little Debbie Snacks are 7th day adventists? and what is your favorite Little Debbie snack?



12. have you ever thrown up in public?




13. name as many bodies of water you have swam in that you can remember.



14. what is your favorite city on earth that you have been in.


15. in three sentences describe the role writing has in your life.

THIS IS AN INTERVIEW FOR PAUL CLARK

1. have your new hip specks lowered your desire to wear shades??



2. do you think pres Obama will be re-elected???




3. what was your last tweet?



4. in 140 char. or less plz describe your poetry writing process.



5. what sports figure has had the greatest impact on your writing?




6. would you switch lives with Tom Cruise starting now?



7. if there was only one word you could say for the rest of your life what would it be and would you ever use it in a poem?



8. on a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you relate to Will Hunting from the hit comedy "Goodwill Hunting"?



9. what about Ben Aflacks brother Casey?



10. what about the T.A.?



11. what about Robin Williams painting of the man in the boat?

12. have you ever dunked on a short hoop?



13. how has your straight edge lifestyle affected your poetry?



14. do you usually write poems straight through or do you piece them together?



15. if you could bring back tupac or biggy who would it be and why?

skyrim

hey this is the first time you saw
ghost
the first time you cried
in front of someone
for hurting inside
baby hands
letting the plains dust
know how much you care
shout at moon
say MOON
FUCK YOU
and don't worry about saying fuck
like it's art on ferocity
like i can hear through the atmosphere
why all these painkillers won't chill me
do i still turn sunlight into energy
can i put my mind to work
sword is words
i fight with my chest brain
violently grinding against the bells of my soul
take down the second that i raised my voice
or mumbled smile this
or i will kiss you forever

house poem

i was thinking about the time when i found out
we had to sell our house
and that my dad bought another house that was being moved
from the block of my elementary school
to the edge of town on a truck or multiple trucks
i didn't actually see them move the house.

but there it was just sitting on the grass near train tracks
where trains would park late at night
assuming no drunk ass kid is going to want to drive down that road
to get home
at whenever

that first night when we went there before anything was moved in
and we watched FROM HELL and we kissed a little
but you left and i was alone and scared and i locked all the doors

creation

confused in the guessing of your mathwork
it's too late to be early saying words

then the eyes not windows to black space
tools for the moon to breathe your grin in my way

i need your name said a few times at night with the window
open cold or crisp or complete darkness around me

i question i answer i poem i nothing i fall through
because you are beautiful is not the meaning of air

to be this nothing is a far away floating grain
waiting to explode from dust to a billion human things

there is nothing to worry about

i am feeling train sick
on this fifteen minute train
ride
into downtown chicago
are you bald yet
is sprayed across everything
or someone says
do not go into the crypt
it is full of the undead
so you do
and you are excited
about the idea
of this
but maybe you picked a bad night
and you had a few drinks
and there is this nagging feeling
that you won't make it out
of this crypt
so you stop playing skyrim
put away
think
it has been nine months since i spoke to my
etc.
and i close your poems when people walk by
and i like to walk home
and i think i will quit smoking in 2k12

brain talk

one two three
one

two



thre


ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

fuck

then, one two three

one



two


three


ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

...

halt this silly blasting noise

harmless as the slope of your jean ski

i bumble-bee where the frame stretches skin

see the scales flex under liquid life

stopping each millimeter to breathe leather

bush (band)

he quit the band
to fight his brain wars, even tried
to leap outta that plain
that took his old ass
back to idaho,
and i guess it's obvious
that a man with so many ways out
won't think to give up.
he owned about 700 guns,
for pete's sake.

tall earth

i am being born right now
there are no hands at the end of me
i grow stumps in the forest
to sell them
small families with two or three children
hang their faces on the wall
of my mouth
caving the roof of some bombarded cathedral
from the 14th century
now gravel is my absence
priceless art with blank price tags
shattered into teeth shaped color
dropping axe blades
so you can understand
why i say empty sounds
that come together as a dance
or the shelling of my home
the erupting mountain
is no longer a mountain

love poem

i fell in love with the girl
in front of me
in line at chipotle today
she ordered
the chicken fajita burrito with guac
when the chipotle employee said
the guac is $1.80 extra
this girl did not even blink
just stone cold
did not give a fuck

le facteur temps est critique

puss holds under the skin for years
depending on how thick the skin is

you can take a needle and pop it
or you can cringe in pain

waiting to die is a silly concept
there is no distance in changing

the gap between 2k11 to 2k12
is slowly watching your body ooze

chris gaines

blame the whole damn tree
my nerves fucking up your black tie affair
my tall shoes
say i am the last one, or i miss all of my friends

there is no surprise
of the complain score
drinking into the ditch of winter

i can see my breath
i can swing an axe
i will get black out drunk at your wedding

because i can just go to any bar
and they know me
they go as low as i want to dig
because i am garth brooks
because i am garth brooks
because i am garth brooks

also, kickboxing


you are not here to put cherries in my mouth
or catch the seeds i slowly spit

my chest caves in on itself
when,

when i am anxious
i can feel my atoms vibrating apart
it
makes me think of men in black

before you say anything
write yourself a poem explaining why
you should not say anything

take your name out for a walk
to see why your feet are so close in the mirror

i am going places
to stay put

try to move me
make my knees buckle
make my fur cry
make every human being to come from my bloodline
stand up and shout random noises

we can't all be from other planets
we can't all be drake

repeat the punch
repeat the bleeding lip
crushed nose mash

stare at the stone wall in your basement
tell everyone on the other side
how much.

when all your friends stop drinking every night

vomit in swaystride
i can smell the difference between the well
and the top shelf
i was thrown into the fire
at this bar
i am just here to tell you nothings
or speak poems
feel the numb layer
trip over my own loving
grease the wheels for a slow stumble
never trust the night
are there people here
can any of these things
with their mouths
tell me how they exist
i am growing into myself
each organ is turning into stone
i cant even piss anymore
without the sky turning into gin
falling all over me

this is a poem

i don't even finish my coffee
just name them

name things to feel nice or
let the guts in

i know i had an etc. too
thinking about this rope

from hip to hip with more slack
such a nile line

grooving to the grain fields
mountain pass and a vegas strip

i don't even know you
when i'm not breathing on your face

call me when it's late
i won't even be awake

call me thing
let me know how i divide the earth

it's whatever shawty

the reeper is on a first name basis w/ t.i.
and the pimp phone is rangin

brand is my bite
through flashing cash grins

what i am worth
is swag
when i cry in outter space
is swag
every second magic johnson lives
is swag

call me later when you know
i am passed out

say words with no weight

here is a poem and not a desert
sand is too annoying
with all this running

hey shawty
if your'e listening
to drake right now

i have never sprained an ankle
i have never been the greatest ever

i am just a human
with

buying salt

means we're friends
or where she takes you when you carry

over water
you can't let this spirit thing get in your head

lady wasn't going to feel
the same feelings you pick out of space

little dust off the alien ship
big rocks of everything

walk in every direction
at the same no-time

like you knew she existed then
or still does

buying salt

you make the sounds
when i drive someone elses pickup truck
into

rewriting joy's poem while listening to nelly's over and over

i found something
my machine parts in the backseat
youre mumbling things about work:

macguyver please
or what i can hear on the club floor
sound shakes off her objects
solar flares living in a smoke.

she slid down a tree
she spoke to me in hums

boys are the floating objects of space
debris
i will engulf your frame
stretch the skin of a cow over your bones.

magma

medium sized solar flare
salted peanut finger lick
a minor radiation storm
laughing
coronal mass ejection
a scar across western mass.
camels, amazing
frogs shhhh....
boom
water under surface of earth
the flames you saw were normal

bombing garages on my longboard

swag on infinity
watch my rope-tails hang
magic works
like touching anything before the sun can
do
it's just dying to
reach you
magic works at smiling away HIV
he's still dying though
when can't i stop
smiling
when can't i forget my name isn't
lil wayne
say money a thousand times a second
or a million times a milisecond
learn from the internet
i watched a youtube on how to be a billionare
i watched vhs of early 90s playoffs
i said
hey thats million dollar poetry there
i said hey thats million dollar poetry
i said million dollar poems
million poems
poems
i broke that down like a zone defense
i took out the money
and reminded myself about winning game 7
because there is no i in poetry

THE PROPHECY

man i can't tell you how to shit from the sky
but flying is all in the forgotten land
burden me man
with what i see, you know all that same green paste
holding up human parts
what makes this family really click
why do i love these sweet jams
how do i dance like usher
i don't know these things, man
i'm not here to mean
it's just you know greener here
the actual size of your heart
how the taste of a mirror
is nothing
my hand will always reach your hand
buzzzzzz
do you hear every fucking tree poem i cut down
in the woods
is any stump pile a pile of my colorful past
how many times can i beat you at chess
man, i have no clue
but i can say
the greenest place you have ever seen does not exist
it's all in the breast muscles
keep your feathers freshly waxed
only soar at night
take several sky naps
never go back in time
kiss your feet when taking breaks
let them know how important they are
grease your joints
taste clouds
forget that the purpose of pain is to hurt
forget what it means to be an apple
the core is the whole point
or am i growing
or am i tree
poem
or does this new me exist only because
in the woods alone
you cannot hear my brain bits falling onto the ground
from my beautiful view
sun
melting my lazy day wings
telling me you cannot forget the ground, man
it means more to you
than all the infinite galaxy

weather

there are powerful magnets inside your body
i muffle my voice when
i have an out of poem experience
the fake ice is not fake melting or anything
will travel
i can only bend under this heavy ass
stare with those glass olives
my pickling corpsebody
feels how long the sun heats/teases
my strings
yank at my arms and legs to kick up rocks
i see on the street
while im walking at a quick pace to who knows

buy a hawk

i am the map of the where do you walk on me
the moon telling bird cloaked brain user the way
to catch the windy am i this close to you
there's dreaming involved
hey
when the rain is falling you
i make choices
all sorts of ordering
like stand there on the other side of a window or
remember when a billion dollars was a lot
i would die for nothing
but my own endless deletion
and you want gifts of me
to dance on my tip toes
or nothing
am i ok with the face on a blank wall
do i get to keep the head

point north

i might as well sleep myself to wake
or drown in your grandmas brain lake
take my time forgetting
how i can be a laugh
how this splashing has nothing to do with skill
my broken nose exploding with snow
my heart racing a trillion thuds
my mouth making sounds out of air
i drew picrures of you shouting at me
i kissed the mirror
bleeding small dots from my lazy shave
i cant find the time to stop poisoning myself
i cant find myself under all this face
my teeth were knocked out of my skull
i feel ugly
since i was 12
all i do is worry about what people think of me
like my father
or girls that dont even actually think about my jaws
my fat thighs
broken nose and ribs
receding hair line
i am 27 years old
i am afraid of ropes and shot guns
i pay bills when i forget to drink
this poem isnt about me
this poem is letting my brain write it
and i wonder why
my brain thinks i have to be so sad all the time
or it doesnt even think
it just lights up
space at night
chicago
i said i never get lost
i said i always know where i am
but when i was looking for union station drunk monday night
i was scared i would never get home

zenzilla

confused in the guessing of your mathwork
it's too late to be early saying words

sAys do be me says dont or if everything is i
then i am or what is speAking other then

then the eyes not windows to black space are
tools for the moon to float your grin in my wallway

tools to color and if not then window and then whAt
what is speaking and then what is eyes other then

i need your name said a few times at night with the window
open cold or crisp or complete darkness around me

there is space and there is darkness and there is
your need you have wAnt to need and there is cold so there is

i question i answer i poem i nothing i fall through
because you are beautiful is not the meaning of air

or i too romantic to not need and there is i
left so then there is memory and there is i isnt

to be this nothing is a far away floating grain
waiting to explode from dust to a billion human things

new york city poem

the balance
of my head against space
not you included
there are 
fucking lights coming off the moon
sand
my florida skin and beautiful sea eyes
are you
the sun exploding
black hole of my paying attention
white desert
to be lost
spotting you off in the glaring sun
saying hello
or whatever people say to other people

sunnyside
for J.G.

press easy on the siezure bone
watch the ribcage grow

you can see the airbags expand
with each deathstep

do you even want to die tonight
feel my bodywarmth

the way puppies love to lay on my chest
up and down

i stood in the way of the sun
stood on the fire orb

after long years of space walking
to the source of blindness

to shade you for a millisecond
before i vanished in a flicker

TREE POEM

WHY AREN'T WE
FUCKING AROUND

HOW DO I
MAKE A SOUND

DO YOU EVEN
WANT TO DIE TONIGHT

AXE ME

AXE ME

AXE ME AGAIN

tax poem

i have door to door volcano jaw
i vomit
motlen
earth

sing about rich mother fuckers
tax
american
haters

i can't even save my tree poems
from chopping
down
lava

feel the ash i pay for
suck it
down
my ass.

sunnyside

sit in the glare of the sun
sit anywhere
she can see you

shade the brain halo
from wandering
stroke fire or grey hair

know that love is the only thing
that can protect you
from a furnace

know that i think about you
is all
standing where you can see me

standing on the sun if i have to
i won't fight
but i won't let you burn

shoe poem

I AM AN ANIMAL

i said i atomic bombed
i said i didn't
find the answer in cashlife
or asleep next to my shecliff
after i drop
explode
in the airsky
fly like birds
get high
get high
get high
your boring hands
filling up my lungfists
call my 3am friends
to occupy fuck street
find all the billionaires
with my gold magnet
detect
the teeth of sharks
on the beaches of new york
shit
in my shitcage
because i have no where else to go
thin out my body things
so i can squeeze
poemwords out of my mouth gaps
say
bite me
say
i just chewed off my own demi-godlegs
so i could crawl around
in my diamond lung castle
grow green backs
on space trees
and smoke them
shower middle class
walkers
with spacecars
liquid gold piss rain
i am laughing
i am R-O-T-F-L-M-A-O
i am leaking poetry out of my eye caves
she said i didn't entertain her
she said i never could
give
a fuck
about the tall towers of boredom
about the exciting sparkkle balls
of greener ball holders
cupping their
gold mouths
with their midas rap chompers
i am not basic
i am not basically saying anything
just poetry
just lil wayne platinum bars
just a ton of dollar bills
to die on
to tie a billion cash chain
weight around my little boy neck
sink through space
and bird land
falling is flying
underground
is only beneath
the earth
and kanye said
the earth
is something

boredom