poetry

To Become What Burns

Not warmth—
flame.
Not healing—
heat.

Brake Check This

Stay the fuck out of this stanza.
This is for people
who want to move forward.

Wisdom Teeth

O, you beautiful, pretentious idiot—

This Machine Kills Democracy

They don’t stop fascism.
They commodify it.

Kerouac is Chilling on My Couch

stinking up the living room
with your cigarettes
and Catholicism

Potheads Don’t Believe in Time

this is already a rerun. This exact night. This exact conversation. It’s already happened.

Briefcase Full of Rainbows

an attitude of gratitude is not just a platitude.

sleepwrong

the internet arrived in screams—

And the Living is Easy

I will cross it when I get to it.

Metrolined

And yet,
here in Aberdeen,
the churches are all the same