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Three of my poems are in Screaming Seahorses, Issue 1.
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collapsible funeral, fits in my manger

the spiders under my desk lean

they’re shadows kind of move around them

and they just lean, becoming angular

becoming little bits of string and hair

and shadow 

-

trying to become awake 

trying to become

wide

awake

-

using the sun as an alarm clock

shutting off the alarm clock

guy on couch, asleep

-

open the blinds,

close the blinds,

open the blinds,

morse code 

-

ryne becomes awake and leaves town 

to alaska

-

i get in an argument about moustaches

i have a beard

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‘there’s only two plots’ she thought.

‘there’s only two plots’ was her thought.

‘there’s only two plots’ was a thought in her head.

because she read Kurt Vonnegut’s will.

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‘boy meets girl’ and ‘man in hole’

-

a syringe was inserted above the dead man’s penis.

i saw a dead man’s penis one time

and his heavy blue feet

-

i didn’t brush my teeth yet (3:57 pm)

-

people feel bad, they look at each other

they worry about each other 

when they’re driving home

‘i hope she calls me when she gets home’ they think

-

made tea—didn’t work

made coffee

-

after i drink this coffee

brushing my teeth

will become harder

-

fruit plate

‘you don’t eat a lot of fruit’ thinks my mom

about me

-

there’s people in the kitchen

it’s an evolutionary trick

go where there’s food.

Rene Descartes Carves a Clock-Sized Cube of Wax from a Car-Sized Cube of Wax

it is a new type

jigsaw puzzle

the monochromatic horizon off-white

and theskyisblack

the monochromatic horizon infinite snow/fieldflat

and the distance

betweeen

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My grandmother microwaves coffee

All day she microwaves coffee

My grandmother reheats coffee with the microwave that

she finds leftover one-inch-to-coffee-level, brown ringed cups

with cutesy pictures and words like “whenindoubt, addwine”

she finds

in the car, on the nightstand, by the tv

she finds leftover coffee

in the microwave that she forgot about

that she heard the microwave bell

and forgot about anyway.

-

Rene Descartes is ornate action figure porcelain wax

that he sets near the fire—the cube—

the fire melts tearful wax cube

into a new type

of jigsaw puzzle.

Descartes leads a length of twine through

his candle.

Rene Descartes returns to car-sized cube of wax, singing

~~~ “I’m on a plain” ~~~

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Half hours pass by. Multiple half hours and one-and-a-half-hours

Oxford creates a word that means “everything” but includes “nothing”

Webster rejects it.

The word was “what”

It was a substitution for “what” and it was “what.”

-

Rene Descartes has a crow bar, mallet,

and carves “lol” into a car-sized-cube-of-wax.

Descartes satisfied

carves “lolol”

satisfies,

“-ol” satisfied “-ol” satisfied “-ol” satisfied “-ol” satisfied

finally,

backs up ten steps to behold his

a new type

it REAds

“whatatatatatatat”

scratches head, shrugs, ties shoe laces on

ornate porcelain shoes made in Hebron IL

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I am looking at my reflection in a cell phone

stacks of books, and a pile of love letters,

other papers, biology is also

reflected behind me.

I keep thinking, I’ll get to that

I’ll get to that,-I’m getting to that,-there are things I’m getting to

I keep leaving coffee in the microwave.

I keep hearing the bell. and thinking. and doing. and leaving coffee

there.

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I stomp on an animal

I’m stomping and stomping on an/the animal

but the animal is in my dream and

it keeps

never leads a combustion, it keeps existing

dream stuff is the soul, it seems.

It’s wax.

wax ssssssss

Here's a picture of me reading this poem.

Taken by Wesley Bushby.

The Sugar Dolls are Dead and Gone

This is an early draft of an illustration by Jacob Sanders. Check out his blog.

A Dumb Thing

“I know who you hold will never be enough”

lied the cliche.

We’re dead and alive at the same time, “lied the cliche.”

Elaborate please, “do it in my ‘ask box’”

Nudity on your pussy or your underwear or your shadow.

91 sucks

(this is how we chill in hieroglyphics)

underneath your post.

Please rate my poem—the sign still stands.

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It doesn’t matter, claims the drunk guy.

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dead

dead too

Synonyms

Captain Hook Wasn't the Only Pirate with a Hook

Democracy

six babies get kissed by Captain Hook,

five hugs for old ladies,

      debates sweaty disheveled Richard Nixon for

four consecutive nights, makes 

three hundred promises,

two ultimatums,

won the election.

Communism

everyone wears gray and drinks vodka,

playing minor chords and sevenths is forbidden,

harp players are pre-selected,

they don’t understand minor chords or sevenths; there

are four

equal shipmates with hooks so they get called “Captain Hook” quarterly: 

          everyone playing harp; they are equal

Seniority

Captain Hook fist-fought the shark

first.

Not to mention, he’s been with the ship

for a long time. 

His mantle is covered with corporate anniversary gifts,

a shiny silver watch with “7 years” engraved into it 

hanging from his non-hooked hand.

King of the Mountain

Captain hook has a trophy,

champion of the arm wrestling tournament, so

Captain Hook is called “Captain Hook”