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sung to the tune of the “Yellow Rose of Texas”
Collections
Writings on the Shithouse Wall
Duology: Good Time Gals
Bad Time Boys
Haikus: 366
Everything: Indexed
This One is for the English Majors
Mother Earth
I embraced Mother Earth.
I can still smell her on my skin.
I can still feel the strength of her bones,
beneath my hands that raked her soil.
Cast in the iron pumping through her like lava
flowing from her molten core.
I danced through her sands
and scaled every mountain peak
and followed the lead of her gentle curves.
The feminine form of the Pacha Mama,
The Gaia, the Demeter, that sacred body.
That well-spring of life,
The true feminine form
That is stronger than I,
welcoming me down
until I am buried.
Lover’s Tanka
Two black flowers reach
over graves of parted past
to touch leaf and stem
Their roots feed on buried bones
So their buds can bloom anew
Love Sucks
Love sucks like every inaccurate description of a black hole
Where the designer got physics wrong and the dimensions droll
Our singular minds cannot understand the mathematics required
To calculate the blow out of our heart well’s desire.
What dilations of space and time can explain your gravity
As you bend the light toward my eyes and concave a cavity
Shaping uncertain principles and impossible probabilities
Outrunning you breaks constant laws and my capabilities
Reduce me to a singularity’s point
When ego means nothing and the self is disjoint
Stretch my being until the fibers untwine
And give me a parsec’s unit of time
For a looping eternity would not be enough
In the Mountains Oblivion
I want to sleep in the mountains oblivion
Where my dreams can freeze into something stygian
Where the rivers harden and ice forms the buttress
Where they can’t gain purchase on my mountain fortess
And everything’s made quiet by the long attenuation
I want the cessation of thought so complete
That it leaves me breathless and silence so deep
Something like death in the familial way
Where the peace is a gift at the end of the day.
And is lasts just long enough to quietly sleep
No more screaming or sweating or grinding teeth
Just restful hypothermia like falling asleep
My guilts and failures would have no power there
and they’d be the ones gasping for air.
Take me right to that final line and give me some peace.
As the cold closes my eyes and my breathing slows
I’d trade all the frostbitten fingers and toes
I’d go out like a climber who’d lost his way
Even if it meant just one peaceful day.
I’d have climbed my own mountain and gotten away.
Everything Indexed
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A
A Poem About BeautyA Song of My Self
A Visit from St. Atticus
A Walk through the Garden
abcs
Abracadabra
Abrasive
America May 2020
B
Baby BoomerBad Time Boys
Be My Therapist
Because I Can
Bowflex
Burn it all down
C
CallaCats
Coming for Us All
Consent to Let Go
Creator of Worlds
E
Ecuadorian Dream HouseExegesis
F
Fatten the CurveForty Two Poems
G
GoldenGood Time Gals
H
Haikus From the Coal RegionHalloweened
Helios and the Local Colours
Her
Hey, fuck up
I
I Am a Bicycle in the RainI 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 LibertineLandmark Erosion
Love Sucks
Lover's Tanka
Lsd in the Afternoon
Luminescence, Cinnamon, Fire, Juniper, Piano
M
ModelMother Earth
Mother Issues
Mourning
My Ass Is Full of Stars
O
Ode to a Dangling SwordOn Isolation
Orchid
P
PotentialPush and let go
Q
Quarantine Day 39R
rambleRather
Remember
S
Sanctity of MorningSatre Causes Nausea
Shades
Shelf Full of Dick
Smoke
Staten Island Mating Call
Stop
T
Thank You, Mitch McConnellThe 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 StoneWhat a glorious day to be alive
When You are Stoned
Whiskey Kiss
Will Song