Old shoes abandoned in old corners like half-forgotten voices that once said love but did not mean love.
Poem for Nobody
I remember loneliness crushing first my lungs, then my heart, then my balls. They put her in the car with them and drove away. But she came back.
Work
WELCOME TO ROOM 007
HORSES ON THE BEACH, HALF FORGOTTEN VOICES
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.
Self Portrait Against Red Wallpaper
It’s not that we let ourselves / down. But there was something / predictable about us.
We Got Used to the Surprises
my little bicycle wasn’t sorry, not even capable of saying it. I admired its impression of you.
Riding Over the Brooklyn Bridge
the phones rang all night
until batteries were empty, voicemails full
of a thousand Call me when you get this so I know you're okays. Turns out time moves the way blood does. Batteries too. Runs out
like a startled deer across a road. Listen
l am trying to find a way to tell you this.
There are things that trying solves but this
is not one of them.
About The Phones
This is the definition of the word begotten: brought into existence. This is something I learned from the movie Jurassic Park: Life finds a way.
Autofiction
And he said I should probably reconsider drinking water in general and I said we were doing drugs we’d purchased from a man named SL33T so comparatively the damage from tap water was negligible.
Autofiction
With all my road. These four words.
With All My Road
Imagine a history of the Americas where the native populations are immune to Old World diseases. Imagine a future of the Americas where everyone is immune to heartbreak
With All My Road
A kind of interior designer of the soul, I suggest. He nods happily.
Claude Challe
I got up, made believe nothing hurt / and my evidence was horses on the beach / even though the beach horses were remarkably / indifferent to the thrill of horses on the beach. / I went about my day.
An Apology
No one knows what they will do with power until they have it. None of us believes we got it when they do.
The Mothman Watches
“Who? Ah, Jacques Nicholson? He coming in the bar all the time. 'E's a very crazy person, e's like me. 'E like the woman. Sometime he do the doorman. He do the doorman! ALORS! HE DO THE DOORMAN! With his black glasses! People come to see me and say the new doorman is like Jacques Nicholson! Haahahaaaa hahaaaahaaaa! No one believe that Jacques Nicholson's the doorman."
Claude Challe
Wasn't he such a swimmer?
He knew those constellations
but somehow he could never navigate
monogamy or even just
find his car after darts.
Buzzwell
Ike and Maria met in Berlin in the summer of 2022 and immediately disliked each other.
Bassvictim
Caésar Vallejo is cry cry crying about how he will die in the rain, in Paris, on a Thursday. Poor little sad sack, poor bruised pear. It’s inevitable, death. What can you do?
With All My Road
“The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.” Basically: how you say it is how you think it. And, more dramatically: if you can’t say it, you can’t think it.
With All My Road
