i am going to write a poem cycle about what i imagine it is like to be st vincent which is to say i am going to write a poem cycle about being fucking crucial every single moment of the day
her new album is just rude as hell
and someone to forgive my sins.
The thing that I forgot to know
was how twelve years would pass
in something less than amber,
no value even as a source
of ancient DNA. Consider this,
you people of the nameless earth
so long from now: to recreate
myself at thirty two will be to bring
a plague upon your kindly men,
and I will raptor every dream
neglected to be bolted down.
and wine in little glasses and I made some lamb
with sauce Robert and Brussels sprouts.
I’m feeling pretty proud of that but most of all
I want this to be real for once I want to rub
the backs of every single one of you.
its travel season again and i am going to stave off the horror of flying to orlando by drinking off brand airport whiskey and doing poems about rabbits
so warm and fluff and oh
the earth is if you do not live
here almost nothing you
could start to comprehend.
was how to name the things we felt
in order to impose them on each other.
But the best of all the possible remained
untouched, the spaces inbetween
the atoms of our arms, the spots I missed
when hanging lights along the mangled tree.
I can’t remember when it was
or where the last time that I saw him laugh,
but I am certain that he did, or else
I’m certain that the snow will melt
and all the leaves I didn’t rake will still be there.
im listening to waxahatchee and looking at the snow i have to shovel and writing some throat clearing poems. for reasons
Kept jaw aloft and even with the pink horizon.
They line the men and women I must shoot
before me on the snow. There is no cure
except for rock salt mixed in alcohol
encased in concrete left exactly in the center of
the center of the earth for sixteen centuries
and brought to bear on future graves.
aesthetics philosophy and politics aside can we just all agree that dwayne the rock johnson is living proof of concept of the ubermensch
*clears throat and rotates barely visible biceps ensconced fully in an argyle sweater* anybody know the way to the gun poem show