there exists chocolate beer

empty glass

speaks quiet, 96kbps

the skyrim silent, beep

x-ing boxes, hunting foxes

in every direction, my eyes close

with the knowledge that tomorrow

my curse will be replaced with blessings

I mean, food.

lately

i have been walking through

places i knew before,

soft and silent

hidden with sheets

and doors with peeling paint

aerial views of cities

below, lights—

distant and yet
so close I can almost feel
the breath of the people
who put them there

today is not a poem day
today is a start shit in a Big Lots day
and listen to Roads on repeat day
and laugh a lot day
and check his twitter day
and today is not a poem day

Something small

Rest among the yellowed leaves,

close your silent, powdered wings.

Footfalls soften you to dust, 

are you forgotten, lost?

Why didn't I come to see you die?

I couldn't hear your whispered cry.

A little body I lift up

and feeling nothing, let it drop. 

A bramble-wood of sticks,

emotions spent, but my action is this:

I bend down and tend a grave. 

Your unseen flutter, I see,

and live through thee. 

home is waking up suffocated by a cat

headphone cord noosed around the throat

cold and pulling thin sheets tighter

realizing your bedroom has become a storage space

the scent
of the
cologne
at the
base of
your throat
hollows me

you
are
enough
to make
me ache

Things, Thoughts

an unpleasant thing

someone scratching at their leg hair 

the red marks make me itch 

an unpleasant thing

the new tv at the front of the bus

shows the road receding 

while I look forward, moving 

a pleasant thing

I read a line in a poem 

that I find so agreeable 

nothing touches me

for the rest of the day