Tuesday, August 18, 2015

We're the news

We’re the news your brand and my brand got into a fight my brand  is apologizing your brand is sensitive to perceptions of hostility my brand is about creating understanding my brand is making love  to your brand your brand is  staring out the window your brand has a tremendous  marketing budget my brand has  close to zero our brands fight  for market share they're vulnerable to takeovers your brand pretends not to care but is susceptible to sudden flowers 

Saturday, August 15, 2015

He attached himself to my face

He attached himself to my face It must have been something I said His lips took out my breath His hands went behind my chest There in the middle of the street While people were passing Blood drained from my head My feet did nothing His tongue was some type of limb Exploring my teeth Don't know what it was looking for The police did nothing I felt his shortness of breath He was having some kind of fit I'd feel guilty if he turned out dead But in a way he'd deserve it

Friday, August 7, 2015

Confusion, baby

confusion is a word you don't hear much of anymore everyone's become certain of what they know fatalism drives harder than science there’s security in a flood of apocalyptic images or definitions of happiness that lean towards perfect you confuse me with certainties that I can barely follow I can only observe outcomes as a patient customer reaching towards you with a desire that seems certain a curious desire to explore the unknown

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The tiniest little "no"

Fuck your

Government job
Favorite restaurant 
Smoked Gouda 
Import record collection
Netflix cue
iPad cover
Lawyer girlfriend
Matching tie
Humanitarian vacations
Derivative hobby band
Instagram account
Middle class education
Nostalgia impulses
Gelato selection
Bonuses and promotions
Misplaced hesitations 

You can't make art under these conditions 

Friday, July 3, 2015


I've had too many careers
That have taken me away from you
The bus driving and bartending had to stop
The accounting I still do

Massage therapy left me a pile of nerves
The yoga shala bent me in half
The drug dealing had some potential
But I realized I'd never relax

Always up at seven
Always leaving your bed
Creating a vertical world
With pants on for lunch
Was more than I could bear

So now I don't leave your side
As a sort of emotional tool
That you can move with your mind
I'm very good at what I do

The hammer will have to wait
The stethoscope's there in the bag
The pen's been broken in half
The ink trails down your legs

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Put that shit on vibrate

Believe it or not, there's nothing to do now No one to talk to and absolutely no news Your friends are all working Taking care of loved ones They've temporarily forgotten anything outside Of the here and now (Meaning you) Soon they'll get online Tomorrow they'll like your status  But right now would be a great time To reflect on your madness

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Service Dogs

Service dogs

In a city of eight million
A woman rides the train
With her service dog

The dog helps her
With the emotional
Trauma of living

In the world's
Richest city
And feeling like

She's the only one
Without love
Or money