having a tendency to become liquid
it’s like knowing someone else’s guarded secret
know you know.
Creative distance is what I need:
So I write poetry through a pair of binoculars.
Hidden here, is a world as
Vast as our own.
is no scene for me.
A postcard from the Auschwitz gift shop
that says, “Wish You Were Here.”
crunchy death on a massive scale
do animals experience love?
slot machine addictions
stoned swimming pool
way back in high school
I’m taking my shoes off at the airport. I’m in the McDonald’s drive-thru on
I’m swallowing sand and being a good boy.