Regrets

Those who say they have no regrets are fucking liars & the people who believe them are fucking stupid. Regret free, fucking liars lie to themselves because they are so fucked up they can’t tell themselves the truth— that they are in fucking denial about being pretentious liars & fucking cowards afraid to admit they regret their fucking actions & for being so stupid. Do I have regrets? I could go...

POET-ALLS

all these poems with attitude a big huge middle finger raised in the second stanza I don't really care about what you're so upset about read a psalm that's the other thing they're always pickin' on Jesus still pickin on Him just like at Golgotha I'm happy just to order a pizza wait for the mail...

Dark Chocolate

Mary's brother, Ethan, is intrigue through a secret splinter. I gawk at him sketching his hands while his ears pour wire. He would taste me. But I'm in love with the raw pink under his blistered fingers, the tap dancing callouses chipping away at their dusty recycled plane. I only want to be the genius in the dark chocolate...
I don't know if the guy sitting next to me heard me try to apologize for accidentally moving his car magazines and taking his spot obnoxious hrrr of the espresso machine I had to talk over one at the books a million reading with Dennis who showed up drunk right in front of my grandparents Hershey zinging sunlight and...

Blackout Sex

you could break a bone you can’t see I decide it’s worth the risk after hours of blackout boredom maybe the candlelight has gotten her in the mood too but how to go about asking hey I’m really bored so you wanna have sex with me? the neighbors will probably hear! don't knock the candle over!! I...
I stood in a parking lot and I breathed evenly through my nose as the sky passed slowly over head and the nauseating machines pumped juice out of the ground and I had my arms spread like Christ against a fence. "I really can't stand this place," said a voice in my brain like a...

Mixed Blessing

And now for your entertainment, all the way from eternity: THE LITTLE SHITS. Back with us from touring the globe, with headline performances in Fiji, Bahrain, Albania, and Tbilisi. Expect nothing and you are bound to find it. Turn to your neighbors, offer your hand, and ask, male or female, why their public hairs...

absence

sometimes strikes like a bat slicing through the dark with its wings cunning and weightless cutting through like a blade tearing the flesh apart exposing the bones this terrible void staring from the closet lying there, between the clothes slowly sucking at everything like a vacuum whispers that a voice a mere voice could restore order and you reach for the sparrow and the butterfly knowing they will...
crazy days. little drops of nostalgia drooping through the faucets of my brain. i remember growing up in a good home. how they kept jamming into me the philosophy of the working man (out of love and concern for my well-being, my mother used to say). now i am a workingman and there's hardly any work out there for me. i...
I need to fall asleep to the thought of a pretty girl the world is gross and doesn't care the TV mutilates my vomit comes out before I can get to the toilet it's always time for my pills people get out of their cars like assassins but the pretty girl brings toasted English muffins...