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Writings on the Shithouse Wall
Duology: Good Time Gals Bad Time Boys
Haikus: 366
Everything: Indexed

Three

2020-09-11

Threesomes aren’t a very good solution.
For marital aides or conflict resolution.
Not for any antiquated moral reason.

They lack a mathematical proof.
No grammar can save you.
When one parties rounded
And the other’s confounded

Pearl necklaces or otherwise.

The geometries are odd.
The lines don’t align.
When the junctions join
Be it mouth or loin
Orifice or edifice
There’s always a dangling variable.

The set of all sets is inclusive
When the quadrants are balanced round.
Pleasure can exponential
With a proper differential

We Fuck Stone

2020-09-11

We fuck stone.
We drive our bones into the dust.
I thrust my hard honed hips.
You moan and curl your slender bore.
As we fuck stone.

We seek our needed nutrients.
We pull our soft minerals.
Mining,
Shafting,
Drilling,
Pounding.
Together, we pulverize where we came from.
We dig until there’s nothing left
But scrag
and slag
and shag.

We fuck stone.
We transmute our metals into rust.
I bury my fingers into your loam.
I mine.
You mine.
We each others mine
As we fuck stone.

A Walk through the Garden

2020-09-11

You tried to shield us with your aegis
As we meandered the old garden paths.
You allowed only rehearsed exploration
And taught the names our fathers gave the trees.

You covered naked wisdom for our protection
As we passed by the amaranth tints of Sodom’s apple.
We skirted stone pillars choked with oleander
And wove garlands dangling with datura pendants.

You raised your sentinel to block the light.
As we wilted in a penumbra cast in bronze and iron
We fumbled through the maze of thorny hedgerows
And never learned the patterns of snakes.

You fought to preserve our innocence
As we learned lessons through weathered gaps
You cast us out when we learned too much
And found out how little we knew.

Ecuadorian Dream House

2020-09-09

Some people want a house in the suburbs
down the culdesac next to the place
where they lost their virginity
behind the gas station
where their older brother bought them booze

Some people want a trailer in the desert
with low humidity

I want a marble palace in the mountains of Ecuador
With my own private art museum
And a family so proud they open a gift shop

Baby Boomer

2020-09-09

Fault.
This is your fault.
Your lines shoot through
the fissures that grew
with all the chances you blew
that still you do
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
To halt.

You could have stopped this.
You had the momentum.
You had the will.
You could have stopped this.
When did you comply?
When did you fall still?
You could have stopped this.
When did you stop shaking with rage?
When did you take your sleeping pill?
You could have stopped this.
Now it’s just your kids
that have to foot the bill.

Quake.
You felt the quake.
The movement you started
that you left unguarded
became distorted
yet you harden
Settling
Settling
Settling
to take.

Die.
It’s time for you to die.
Leave us to clean up your mess
We have a disaster to address
It’s too late halt the process
But we are
trying
trying
trying
to survive.

Everything Indexed

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A

A Poem About Beauty
A Song of My Self
A Visit from St. Atticus
A Walk through the Garden
abcs
Abracadabra
Abrasive
America May 2020

B

Baby Boomer
Bad Time Boys
Be My Therapist
Because I Can
Bowflex
Burn it all down

C

Calla
Cats
Coming for Us All
Consent to Let Go
Creator of Worlds

E

Ecuadorian Dream House
Exegesis

F

Fatten the Curve
Forty Two Poems

G

Golden
Good Time Gals

H

Haikus From the Coal Region
Halloweened
Helios and the Local Colours
Her
Hey, fuck up

I

I Am a Bicycle in the Rain
I Break
I Left It All Behind
I Love You, Mom
I Prefer the Sea Days
I Remember Cape Canaveral
I'm Already Packed
I'm out
In the Mountains Oblivion
Island Gaze

L

Lady Libertine
Landmark Erosion
Love Sucks
Lover's Tanka
Lsd in the Afternoon
Luminescence, Cinnamon, Fire, Juniper, Piano

M

Model
Mother Earth
Mother Issues
Mourning
My Ass Is Full of Stars

O

Ode to a Dangling Sword
On Isolation
Orchid

P

Potential
Push and let go

Q

Quarantine Day 39

R

ramble
Rather
Remember

S

Sanctity of Morning
Satre Causes Nausea
Shades
Shelf Full of Dick
Smoke
Staten Island Mating Call
Stop

T

Thank You, Mitch McConnell
The Mistake of Enlightenment
The Northern Lights and a Dead Moose
The NSA took the Imam away
The Perfect Moment
The Philosopher's Stone
This One is for the English Majors
Thoughts on a Fire
Three
Tulla

W

We Fuck Stone
What a glorious day to be alive
When You are Stoned
Whiskey Kiss
Will Song