Tag Archives: Non-Fiction

Apricots & acorns

I can’t hit
the notes
when my throat
does that thing
I can’t hit
the notes
they’re just
so good
I’ve got somethin’
in me gotta get it out
I’ve got somethin’
in me gotta get it out
gotta get it out
don’t uproot me
again—nothing
looks familiar 
don’t uproot me
until it’s time
to go—I’ll go
I’ve got somethin’
in me like an apricot
I’ve got somethin’
in me like an apricot
an apricot
in my clenched fists
bursting running
down my arms
in my clenched fists
bursting running
down my neck
two pits to be planted
in the dirt
before the mountain
freezes in December
someday
when all the pines have died
we’ll still have apricots
& acorns
we’ll still have apricots
& acorns
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Dicks & drugs

You can have
a hard dick
or a slurred tongue
but you can’t have both

Or hey what do I know
maybe you can
I knew a dealer
in New York
who had little blue pills

There’s actually something
I’ve never done
his neighbor told me
it fucked with his head
they both looked at each other
nodded & agreed

He had a couple pit bulls
they were lounging beside him
with their tongues out
as he smiled reminiscing
the fond moment
he was fucking this chick
& put her head thru a wall
verbatim

I could write tragedies
about some that I’ve met
back before there was Weedmaps
when gangster wannabe’s
stood between me
& some moldy catpiss that
hardly took the edge off

But I won’t—

A cock is not just
for playful pummeling & painting
piss murals on everything
a cock is like a barometer
a cock gives you a choice

                 Someday I predict
                 I won’t care as much
                 if I make it another thirty years
                 come smoke me out with sap
                 on the side of the trail
                 on a sunny day
I’ll have had so many
thousands of deafening orgasms
by then—tens of thousands—
it will all seem like one
about to happen

                   







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To know the toxic truth 

I need to show us as lab rats—


Who would see their hands as we jumped—

never know—


We were other


Retrace their home—

we tattooed ourselves—

we dead—

we tattooed a while surrounderstanding—


          chomple of the bus stop speakerbox

disconnect neon highlighter


We knew then as we pondered if it was the way—

the both right blue

                        that half the wall—

it didn’t need to spew lava

but you though

others corrupted up against my bare chest

it’s six



 peel your name

              lake


                                                         A girl lost the fire

burning glass


                                  the door open window with a mountain lion— we

                                         them

in a different 

                                            that’s dead—

we cancer of highlights . .


Words that too will be

vested—

extractal

gently into nowhere

                                            dries up

everyone out

& do the sewer that no longer means—

we evaporated

while we rested—


We were back seat of the sat still—


Prefabricated to be made

she closes her pink tentacles coiling under the back

                                                      no one knows but could go

like misterioso being in the white hot metal

gently into their eyes and slaves—

we ride

she said Where to?

melting lost in the grimy gutter

into my voice

sawing carved notches 

her clit beneath the bed intravenously—

we wall—

we never keep inside 

this nothinner

like could have an arrow

with a flag pole

pink as a ponderosa

the boxes of my head looking for us—


They tricks on you

    plunging

     they were once skin—

ever against my bare cruising 

under the wings of clay—


We forest— never to wear mask on the road


you thought refuge

under to see themselves tween

                                   I’m in half then as you


How many will be

vested in their frigid body

naked on the boys

to a memory

            cold

to the ride


 peel your river playing

our finger wait

at the cold

         the ground—


Nothing nowhere to?





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The inbetweens

Light a candle
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
I like to sit
Watching plants grow
From a window
Scrolling down
Down
Down
But it lags
It lags
It lags
It lags
& I know
Somewhere inbetween the I
And these requests you sit
Collecting
& I muse
Do you feel a pang rewarded
Like I do
Like I do
Do you
It’s sticky
Like a web
Like the cum
On your hands
Little humps
On the top of tinted SUV’s
Watching screens
Watching screens
Watching screens
It doesn’t matter
We’re the inbetweens
The inbetweens
The inbetweens


Sometimes I think about Oroville

Like a tweaker panning for gold
in the dead drought dessicated crick like a slot machine about to give way

Like the white cessna stingray
in May failing at low altitudes
at seven in the morning

Like a gang of deadeyed palepasty zombie kids
twitchpicking their way thru
a market that doesn’t give a fuck

Like the nine gram rule
that kept everyone out
and everything in

Like using a helicopter
to pinpoint where to falsify
your thousandth anonymous complaint

Like packs of water bottles lined up
several hundred yards away
who knows how many rounds of .308

Like two dudes getting a handy in an old Chevy
by a tweakjawed crackwhore between them by the tracks

Like how they always wondered if it was Sour Diesel
& one of their corrupt colleagues got caught
moving packs back east

Like that real raw look on their face
everyone has from the brutal heat beating down
through the toxic valley air

Like winning 10k at the casino
getting drunk and dying crashing into a river on your way home
the cash floating downstream



Round house

I used to love
to kick things
as hard as I could
like people
on the side of their heads
if they didn’t move
I remember the feelings
of taking a foot to the face
the pain shock & humility
the deafening pressure—the ringing
to destroy between a helmet and a chest piece
the barriers between us—the rules governing
our moves but not our emotions—
I’m reminded of this at the hip
with every step I take
toward my grave