Sunday, July 24, 2011

weeded the garden. saw a large earth
toned monarch-style butterfly. cicada
terror. no banana peppers because of.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Sauce

It’s disingenuous to boil like that and so quickly
at the blues bar a lady asked the boy to a Waltz
while the cello was going On and On about stars

When we knew one another we knew best
A barbecued brisket Knew how to tenderize
everything


Sauce

There’s no fur to grow to hide behind there’s no way
to make this something acceptable I say

I want to move in with my lady friend and grow some mushrooms
on a log. They come like that
on the Internet you can grow
Portabellos or anything you can read
Literotica

Eat apples Eat gummy apples


Sauce

Gifts are a passive aggressive act
is the best insult you’ve ever come up with.
Do you change the color of a fabric
simply by touching it. Can you put something
like bless your heart in a document.
Your face is an oil slick.

Sauce

I’ve got a mouth full of barbecue sauce. My teeth
are the raw onions. Every time I hang out with KT

I make her go to the mall with me. I brush my teeth.
I eat the dog. This sauce is smelling up every house

we’ve ever had. I opened my mouth
let some blood out.

The cereal still went in. It’s only
that corner keeps ripping

a poet in lincoln

maybe if i update my blog more
i'll come to be considered
a poet or figurehead.
if i keep paying rent
i can feel like i own something.
get rid of a sourness.
annihilate. dream
bottomless jacuzzis.