Poems

Cornfield Concrete [Chorus]Cornfield concrete, buried mouth with metal teethDown below, men in clean coats and rubber soles write prayers in numbers and needlesUp above, kids swap rumors and dares, keep throwing rocks toward a patch of earth that sounds hollowEveryone knows something’s built under the crops, nobody says it out loud in daylight Verse 1Trucks […]

Couchbound Cadaver I am a couchbound cadaverbreathing just enoughto keep the rent due Half-rotten routinesand half-finished flicksthat is my view Sun burns through the blindsdust floating like a slow fogin a room that smellslike old sweat and stale chips I am fused to this couchremote welded to my palmtongue glued to the roof of my

Confetti Out Of Fuckups We make confetti out of fuckupsthrow that shit into the sunlet the wind take all our bad callsall our weird stumblesevery half-finished run If the neighbors see us dancingin our ruinslet them shake their heads and stare I used to keep a secret graveyardin my headwhere every wrong moveevery late replyevery

Consent To Ruin This is consent to ruinyou say “do it”and I hear “burn it down” I put my hands on youand feel entire futures drown You walk up to my doorwith your hair still wetfrom someone else’s showerjacket half-zippedmascara smearedlike you fought your way outof good intentionsand lost on purpose You say you “shouldn’t

Concrete Halo I wear a concrete halocracked and grayfrom hitting on the floorand looking away Streetlamps smear a yellow bruiseon concretetrucks howlingunderneath the feet Smoke mixing with the diesel exhaustcounting up the hoursthat I lost Lighter thumb is scarredfrom heat and skinwhere the troubleand the burn begin They told me to be calmand treat the

Concrete Hunger Concrete hungernever fulltakes the wildleaves it dull They paved the creekwhere foxes ranbulldozed nestsfor a parking plan Stripped the treescalled it “new growth”drove steel through lungsthat fed us both Skyscrapers spreadlike a rising tidewhile deer get crushedon the county side The asphalt warmswhere roots once coolednow shadows creepbehind the school A fox in

Collateral Shrug Collateral shrugwhole lives danglingfrom my lazy grip If I let go and they fallall they get from meis a lip split with one word“rip” Boss sends another message“need that project or payroll diesclients walklights shut down”I glance at ittoss the phone on the tablelet the fan spin lazilyletting me drown Whole crew hanging

Come Over, I’m Not Okay And I’m Out Of Clean Spoons I text you from the couchwith one thumbscreen too bright for my headachedishes stacked like a wall in the sinkthat I pretend I cannot see Write and erase three versionsof “hey, I am not doing great”before settling on“come over, I am not okayand I

Coffee Steam and City Light If love is more than scriptsand telling liesit lives right herebeneath the city skies In coffee steamand streetlamp yellow beamsdrooling on the sleeveinside the dreams You fell asleepwhile the movie played oncity light cutting through the blindtill dawn Hand open on my legfingers slackchipped nailsfrom the heavy daily rack Siren

Cold Fries, Warm Engine Cold frieswarm enginefull tankempty soulriding for a tipthat barely plugs a hole App takes the first bitetaxes take what’s leftI’m chasing other people’s dinnerthrough the edges of their wealth Phone buzz hits my pocketanother order on the mapspin the keysstart the rattlechase that tiny little circle Restaurant line around the cornerstaff