2016 Poetry Highlights

Bang, Bang

If your tongue’s a gun, 

I’ve been dead since “hello”. 

Brains! 

I ain’t got no brain, 

But your brain I’m gonna get. 

Bang, bang, baby 

Its gonna take a lot more 

To shoot me down. 

Shred your skin, 

Crunch your bone, 

Take a bite out of 

Your still screaming heart. 

Run, run, as fast as you can 

You gotta sleep sometime, 

I’ll catch you then. 

Sunbathers at High Noon

They sizzle in the sunlight

Like burnt blood at high noon.

Skin on a skewer

To be roasted alive over the fire.

Flayed flesh

Peeling and cracking

Rubbed red and raw.

Row upon row they sprawl,

The fat ones flip and flop

The scrawny ones strip and strut.

Plucked nude and burned,

Order up. 

Suicide Squirrel 

On the shoulder of the season, 

Fucked four ways side to side.

We find ourselves

Wretched from under

Crushed to fragments 

And spewed for 

Strangers to see. 

They did it on purpose, 

‘cause the chemistry 

was wrong, and the electricity 

dirty sparked shit and watched 

them drench in fear, falling 

down the shoulders 

this season of change, 

the light of summer to the 

bleak cold of long nights 

they leap with closed eyes because after all, 

it’s called fall for a reason. 

Usher the turning wheel over these bones.