28/7

Laying in bed stomach growling just a little bit
Bobby’s listening to the tenants above him fuck.
Quickly time traveling back to his dorm years he thinks this is what 4 years got him
Another shitty apartment and a horny retired couple
“At least there’s no shower sandals” pops into his mind lit up like neon
“Why would they even live here” follows with
“That man needs to calm down” coming in last

28/6

Hovering over the sink
Toes white from straining to get a better look she’s bug eyed in the mirror
The middle finger of her bony and poorly circulated right hand presses hard into her lower eyelid
“Squishy” she whispers to herself
No ones home but when she’s flying high she enjoys the silence
Feels energy like vapor trails in Wilbur Park
Doesn’t wanna ripple the atmosphere

28/5

he never realized how truly thin she was
whether the axons, neurons and other discombobulated brain matter need to procure such a thought had been burned up like so many 20 five dollar bills
he only smokes the good stuff.
trying to muster up something soliloquetic for the morning he knows he’s losing touch
and she reminds him every day
his arms play cosmonaut with just enough gravity to stay grounded around her
she’s cold
but not in the sense of temperature more like crooked glances
she judges him

28/4

Standing beside two empty caskets and a swollen carcass he thinks to himself
3 foot isn’t deep
but its enough for the dogs
Tossing pickax over shoulder and driving it
into the dirt haphazardly he spits out
“If this fucking dirt were any harder I’d think you were trying to tempt me!”
He speaks to the almighty this way.
Doesn’t seem to mind that spades follow him closer than his shadow.

28/3

I dont know if they came that way, or where they came from for that matter, or if that was how they wanted to go
Who they belonged to or if someone smiled wider at night knowing they were no where near where they’d begun
But in 5 days I could tell you I had never seen any form of material covering this mans testicles except for his lover
Stacked muddy monday morning minus 40
this is michigan

28/2

two sweaty bodies
slapping against each other like fish in a crowded river
and thus i was created.

28/1

It doesn’t ever resonate anything beautiful when the static between my verse and your breathing melt under light that we will actually never feel.
Nothing even poetic in knowing I only have ambition to move toward your warmth when the moon is at his highest.
In all these cases upon cases
The only thing crystal was black rain across asphalt
and you drove
right
on
by.