January 2011
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2011
boys boys boys me, me, me
eat food
laugh more/louder
dance silly, especially when you have your arms folded
kiss/don’t kiss because you want/don’t want to kiss
be where you are
balance between stomach and head
grow some guts/balls/cajones
try things
coffee. pot. wine.
chill.
Listen
“People tend to take everything too seriously. Especially themselves. Yep. And that’s probably what makes ‘em scared and hurt so much of the time. Life is too serious to take that seriously.” -Tom Robbins
the dilemma
so much good resonating from what was, i turn my back on what’s ringing out now
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Survival Poem #17 by Marty McConnell
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
i’ll never write a movie with a father...
you were holding my hand like a bottle
drank yourself clean out of me. now, i’m full of something you’ve never worked with, something pushing to burst from my uncorked mouth. i am fucking full of myself.
you must be looking very old tonight
i feel clear
and cluttered. i haven’t left bed very much today. i’ve been thinking about kissing and the feel of it. i’ve been thinking about my nana and god. i’ve been thinking about babies and their glances and their glares and whether or not they’re already determined and doomed. i’ve been thinking about mistakes i have made and am making and am going to make and can and...
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keeping clean, a metaphor.
some boys put their cocks in and you rot. they put their cocks in raw, repulsive, unpure. the put in and push ‘til putrid sickness spreads. yes, it’s spread, the sickness, the oozing, stinking kind. yes, it has spread and it is yours, and yours and theirs to give. it’s what you got, it’s what you give: a foul film coating your goodness.
stumbling, fumbling, falling,
but moving nonetheless.
i like my friends.
