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Wednesday, 23 February 2011

  • Full Capacity

    You said I deserved better
    In that drunken stupor
    That you don't remember
    And hopefully you don't read this
    Because fain would we be together

    Judge me not on my naked lenses
    Because I don't have a chest tattoo
    Or your other cats, relentless
    On your phone bill like a stalking apparition
    Talking you, talking me senseless

    I am restrained and will cover my eyes
    Like I have covered my face
    Like I have dated other guys
    Of exotic ethnicity
    Just so I can forget my race

    One I've been running for so long
    Yet have yet
    To run into you
    My lungs are at full capacity
    Your move
    We're not through

Monday, 22 November 2010

  • Forget You

    "Help! Help!"
    Says the corner of a Health Center bathroom
    Which hasn't seen the light of day
    since they filed all those cinder blocks 
    Away

    And I can hear the screeched laments of the spiders that have died in this place.
    Because not even the most fortitudinous of the human race 
    Can survive off of
    Friday night
    Cheese table

    Swish hands back and forth with false-cherry soap 
    Train yourself to believe
    It is the scent of
    Home
    Just like the pews they fold into your fingers
    And the golf carts
    That always seem to linger around
    The Your tree behind
    Battery.

    And we all have ownership of the 10:30 blues
    Legs of Battle Ball
    Arms of Crew
    Heart of Vietnam Ethics
    and
    Crossed eyes of Algebra Two

    And whether it is gates or arches
    You wander through
    You'll turn around and come back
    Awashed, Anew
    After you've forgotten
    All they've done to you

Thursday, 22 July 2010

  • Jesus, my poetry sucks.
    I'm just thinking that as I page through xanga--the same thing
    Over and over and over again
    Like I've been ten for the past seventeen
    Years.

    Do I really only know one structure?
    Kenyon has changed me

Friday, 30 April 2010

  • Ketchup & Milk


    Ketchup and Milk
    Catsup and Melk
    Fingers like ketchup
    Breath like milk

    And we have met at an impasse.

    My fingers are stained red
    And my teeth trained white

    Like all the work I've done is edible
    Sweet and sickeningly sold in packets
    Like the perfect college interview
    Fancy

    Like all the quirk I've built up is spoiled
    Advertised by men in films and girls with rackets
    You've made me strong
    You make me wrong
    Skim my resume
    2% of it honest
    Whole-ly out of place
    Choco-late by three weeks

Friday, 19 March 2010

  • Only Happy When We Depart

    Euphoria lives in my
    Colder lungs
    As we breathe in
    The sense of leaving

    Only happy
    When we depart
    Swollen
    Sunken
    Rocks and Stones
    Fourteen clones
    Of my part
    Heaving a better day

    Into our arms

    Better places to come- we only know this world
    Where the grass grapples green
    And these walls
    No longer intervene
    With the

    Euphoria that lives on my
    Higher ladder
    My multiple rungs