untitled

as of yet

Leaving Sprees

hahahah

e / f

(like a gas tank, get it motherfuckers)

sushi, again

i guess i’ll never finish them all. i feel like this is two poems in one, and they’re both shitty. cool.

hungry for sleep

a.n.: non autobiographical, i don’t feel sorry for myself today.
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yeah the last one was strange maybe disturbing

a mobius strip

this is unfinished and one of the first drafts.
meaning: this sucks and it is true

less or more

unoriginal

some things i’ve stumbled upon and do not wish to forget:

The District

unfinished i think

Sticks and Stones

Rings and Beads

She don’t wait for no one.

Catch 22, or Don’t Drop It

Salad Days

Drop/Slide

MBA Law Day

3rd
Fiction, false.
Whim

Hot, humid, bright green. We are hiking ten kilometers to our next stop, Punta Mona, Costa Rica. Witty banter along the way lightens the mood, takes our mind off the gritty sand and dirt falling in our shoes, under our socks, flaking off palm trees and down our backs, mixing with sweat. Flies are everywhere. Little bugs nip at our skin, zip dangerously close to our eyes.

Everything Is So Clear

And by that I mean I have pretty good vision.
I left my phone in my car, again.
The dog killed a little bird and left it right in front of the kitchen door.
I don’t really like birds.
I don’t really like dead birds.

I Am The Same.

Insinuate
Fuck all this indie shit, cardigans and plaid used to be ska.
You and your territories.
‘North American Scum’.

Update

Buckskin flaps his lips feverishly at the sight of white cubes,
unaware that in time, sugar and horses will both become glue.
- unknown

+ Lump Sums changed.
+ Chopping Wood and Carrying Water completed.

Chopping Wood And Carrying Water

In the dark hours of the morning, I still sat hunched over his makeshift desk. If you were to look over my shoulder and squint in the heavy brown light, you’d see names. Girls’ names, boys’ names, unisex names, names, names, names. Sheaves of loose-leaf paper are stacked neatly around both my spindly frame and his desk’s.

Something To Hold Onto

Watch out. Get a hold of yourself. Not literally.

Tom Clancy

Lump Sums

Have No Fear

Underexposed

Hate This Paragraph

Tropical Freeze in a Can

Radio Pure

Gold Rings

“You have to really examine your characters.  Are they capable of the moment?”
 
It’s Towel Season.