A woman dropped a scarf.
Now I have a scarf.
My girlfriend is the prom queen
of homecoming and looks better than the bitch who
I’m realizing trees and flowers and mushrooms
are basically umbrellas for birds and worms.
Blood rushes to my head.
I die, I die. I live, I live. Anything
without an end
is probably not
No one is asking you to be real.
Those people who think
, “Do you know what I mean,” is a period - die.
I missed my bus Because of kfc.
Hot damn I’m really growing up
I eat tomatoes now. Talent
is just a fashionable synonym for
being really repetitive
remember when I said, “Okay”?
Remember when I said, “Okay
, I won’t let homeless people smell you
, I promise”? On page
22 it is written quite clearly - “This is my people shooting hat.”
I glanced up in a lecture hall.
I’m the kind of person who will stomp on flaming dog shit
just so I can wipe it on your doormat. Before I forget
I wanted to say that I saw the number 27
dancing at the bottom of a Powerpoint slide, which had
a picture of jolly looking
men in tall boots. There is a chain of pizza
places here called Hell. I have a hard time turning on
my heater here.
think I fill my poems with too many compliants
and pronouns. I probably won’t
change those things though.
I hurt my fucking shit: a short poem.
Within me there is no marketplace
no mask. There are swans on the sidewalk.
A guy sped
past our bus to Rotorua
and waved out his window
with a beer in his hand. Drunk, juggling a soccer
ball 41 times with Zach Carson.
I fell asleep on the shore
of myth. Power is unnecessary here
where I have stood naked amongst men,
been offered gifts and song,
and rewritten myself.
This is soccer
At least I think it is. A small
Part of me is
Annoyed that the loose gravel
Sign wouldn’t fit in the trunk. I
Remembered I fasted
For a whole day last summer in
Honor or Ramadan but
I drank water
Which I found out you aren’t supposed
To do so…