Kansas

Somethings can’t be undone.

Somethings can’t be unseen.

but you can always just throw out your underwear, at a truck stop in Kansas.

and call it good.

window truths

morning sun bursting through my eastern bedroom window.

my only window.

but who needs more

than one window…after all…

You can’t stick your head out of two windows at once

I’ve tried

way to turn it around, kid

It was the kind of mornings that remind me of coffee and hangovers.

The sky stretched long and grey. Rich with the virility of hard rain.

I drove passed your apartment

a  cold shudder through across my shoulders

I don’t know why,

But I smiled   

And it was then I decided:

today was the best day ever.

crows

Yesterday

I laid in the field

Hay, saw-grass above my head

While the crows

picked flesh from my bones

they carried me

piece by piece.

Away from where I lay.

into the mouth of eternity.

public school bus blues

When I was younger, I would play games with the clouds of breath that magically materialize on cold mornings when I had to wait for the public school bus.

Mimicking cigarettes, creating cloudy heavens.

I play no game with my next breath.

I don’t play games like that anymore.

But I still wait for buses.

anxiety lovesick blues

Sometimes

I wake up

to blood

in places

where the night before

there was none.

And now my dreams,

have only gotten worse.

^%$#

Taking xanax to fall asleep

is a guarantee,

You’ll leave a light on

or two.

Anxiety can be a funny thing

not “haha” funny

or even amusing

Funny in the sense that it can be so horrifying

So crippling, so lonesome

That it’s funny.