apnea

welcome to my soft palette symphony
led by a drunk and obstructed timpani
single uvula seeks soundly sleeping company

stetson

even the doggone tumbleweed halted mid-spin

when she swung those doors inward with her hip
i lifted a ten-gallon above by my head by its brim
and thought of absolutely nothing clever to quip

galactic

the infant hercules suckles where he should not
hera revolts; painting the night sky with her divine milk
rated R for dark matter

aviation accidents on purpose

one last taste of saki

for us cherry blossoms of the sky
the ship looms large – “Hissatsu!”

in cold bus

i'm barreling down the lakeshore,
ontario's waves crest over yonder.
the writings of a 54-year-old
kansas murder in my lap.
the sun it says, welcome home.
the condominiums, they say,
stay a little while. you're looking
mighty fine down there.
thanks, i say. it's good to be home

woe

sojourning in logic just long enough  
to pour the poorest of choices down the proverbial drain
surely my welcome in regret will be long overstayed 

to whom it may concern (first verse)

the best part of this song
is the fact that i dictated
every word
to the girl that i love
she madly scribbles down
all the absurd
shit deep inside of me
i'm losing sight of me
i'm unnerved 
so we'll watch the night
change to morning sunlight
then well get under
the covers
they cover us up
but they don't
keep out the cold
the covers
they cover us up
but they won't
uncover the world
it's hard enough
to  just feel good and trust
to whom it may concern
it's not enough
to just feel good and fuck
you silly girl