Posts for June 15, 2026

sell your soul 
for a roof 
fell through the holes 
in your truth 
hell turned cold
to the proof 
that we pour 
out for those who fell through 
hello 
can i help you 
elbow 
i can sell you 
long arm of the law
been crooked as fuck 
pawn off the claws 
looks like it’s finally looking up 
made a song with my flaws 
devil cabbage I’m cookin up 
can we get along with what we’ve lost 
gotta keep it pushing for the bucks 
could never get more than what’s gone has cost us
to reality i’m kyrie shook them for the rush 
your sins put them all on the cross
elephant in the room took them for their tusks 
hush hush 
don’t get fired by the big boss 
on the beat im your grandma 
i’m cooking it with love 
damn god why you took them
my blood 

For twenty years I’ve tried to plan

a weekend with you, my best friend, in April

when we will follow other enthusiasts

through muddy trails and stony paths

to look at reptiles and amphibians

that represent our past forms

that we were lucky enough 

to metamorphosize through.

The cursed aspects of my life since then

all stem from the promise I made you and our teacher

that we would enjoy the characteristics that define our life

before we learned to look past them.

I still struggle with the same mountains

that face me every day since those adolescent alms, 

and even this year when I had not sold that Saturday 

towards someone else’s goals, 

I failed to orchestrate the simple journey

to bring us together once again. 

Before another year takes another path from me,

I promise that we will go together there 

even if we see not a single spring creature,

because the only creature I was wanting to see,

then and most certainly now,

was you, my friend, in our natural habitat. 

Let’s consider this our invitation for next year.

The oak is in its mast year again.

I know it stings, but
please don’t forget sunscreen. I 
want your dome to last.

Your laughter
is the sweet honey
drawn from honeysuckle—

the childhood joy
so many of us lost
before we learned
the weight of toil.

Hold tight, sweet girl,
and throw your head back
as you swing.

Let the wind
steady your shoulders,
your legs carrying you
toward the sky.

May your imagination remain
a wildflower,
untamed and bright,
growing in the meadow
where generations before you
forgot how to wander.

blood drunk
sweat whispering crush
delirious on me

                    Young rabbits tonight

Tea for two
Me and you
Cup and saucer
Black
Green
Sugar
Cream
Hot
Cold
Unsweetened
North
Sweet Tea
Southerner Hospitality
Pull up a rocker and
Sit a spell

no poem today
just a sleepy eye closing
on our inkless nights