Tag Archives: life
From Clay
I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much and still leave life remaining. God, you, the perfect sadist, … Continue reading
Parenthetical Word (angry fruit(salad)) Association FootBall
Hey, (say hey) remember (the time, when we) that one time (that one time, bombs away) you were (never what I wanted) totally understanding (how’s your memory?) about my fuckups (plenty of them have I had, yes) and didn’t bring … Continue reading
Some Moments
Some moments we wake up filled with a glory we must share. Some moments, we hide away our every thought, in fear and pain. Some moments, we settle further into slots we’ve worn, grooves we’ve made of patterns we should … Continue reading
With Apologies to Crane, et al
I am not always reminded of you (in truth, less than you might imagine, but more than I like, still) but when I am, I find myself overwhelmed with remembering you as older than I am now, rather than older … Continue reading
Won’t You
This is a bad day, the kind of one where the world feels like red smoke and tastes like hate-flavored sky. This is a bad day, where there is no do-over, no reason why. I feel taken apart, taken down, … Continue reading