poems that bite

Here are some poems from my heart to yours. Happy day!

p.s. the poem at the bottom is one I wrote four years ago; whoa, things change!

this being the thing I write, now at 26, to be charming

let me tell you,

I have had profound reasoning

on my

birthday,

today:

it started out that the movie

I chose

was not stalwart nor

great

but merely slavish of my

dry dry soul;

then my

brothers, my parents,

booze in my system.

I called Jarod

back

and thanked him and then this

moment

oh yes of great

reminder:

I forgot my bus pass

but was allowed passage;

a young thing

read BRAVE NEW WORLD;

the NEW YORKER

published

a short fiction by ROBERTO BELANO.

so it is right

that my face

is round and yet have

I to look older

than a tree stump.

yes I have crashed my bike

red around town and glistened in the AUSTIN

sun.

yes I have hated

that I am so small.

but thank

you

I shook the bus driver’s

hand

although he knew not
why

.

and then I nearly got ran over

by a car –

or was that earlier? –

and I was glad that I knew of a world

where everything

lacked

,

and myself,

and that it can only be a river

of black

black water

or

bright blue sunshine upon

my

face

and it is good that my friends are lovers,

losers,

and utterly

forgotten

by dusty satellites that

crash crash

crash.

I am the earth.

I am brand new.

untitled 970

“but I don’t want to feel alone”

(could you help me)

?

golden is a sound

we’ve

fallen into

out

of habit

,

like an old song

once

played too much

on

our fashion radios

(golden is the face of love)

.

I want to climb

out

of

this life

and become a monster

or

a god

of the next

(your health isn’t as important as your soul)