poem

The lights in the psych ward were leaking water. The thermostats were too, but with them it was almost expected. The liquid falling slowly and vibrating in front of me, I can’t tell what’s more real. Sanity is the lie

Three different women who work at the dentist office asked if I managed to “find the place okay”. 1. No, I didn’t. I still haven’t found it. 2. No, it took me a while to find it. I should have

The callery pears in full bloom in June Trees exhuming the scents concealed over the cold months now gone Masturbatory elves delight in their production Eager for summer, excited for the sun Releasing unwanted offerings, sprinkling the finishing touches over

Now, the star-faced skeets Had faces with stars While the plain-faced skeets Had none upon thars Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all. But, because they had

I forget. Don’t be surprised. I always do. I don’t care enough to remember every lie or half-truth I’ve ever told. I can barely recall what I know to be true, true in the vaguest sense of the word. This

Constant familiar sound of the moving cars through the window Remnants of a rainfall dripping from the eave Follow the ordinary with a deliberate outtake I get off at Chesterfield Road Looking for stories in the street signs It don’t

I’m ready. I’m ready. I thought I was ready. Mistaken adrenaline. Don’t mistake me. Only I think I’m crazy. I only think I’m crazy. We have different definitions for the same thing. I don’t think I’m lying. It’s not that

You can’t convince uninteresting people to be interesting by telling them to be interesting. You can’t convince interesting people to be uninteresting by telling them they’re interesting. You can’t convince anyone to do anything. But I can.

Commitment. Jumped in with both feet. Socks are wet. Only a puddle. Hasn’t rained lately. Maybe everyone spits here. Not spitty enough. I step out. New man. Smile.

I want to be an old man on a park bench complaining about technology I want to be a ????, lounging nervously under a ???????? I want to be a stick you use to eat those tiny ice creams, upon