American Sentences

Trying to hold down my breakfast,  but you did not shower for three days.

The walk home is awfully quiet this time of night, there goes a cat.

The Knicks can't seem to win a game, looks like I'm moving to Milwaukee.

Fucking rain pelts away at my cheap umbrella and drips on my bag.

List of titles

Falling up
Keyboard chronicles
An Ode to Charles
To that asshole that told me what the fuck do I need to know the score for when I asked for the fucking score after I called next at the YMCA
Ironic illness
Ridgewood

Mimicking two authors' curses

My take on Martin Espada's curse:

For the time I got left alone in the house and had no fucking clue what to do

I realize that now it's all forgotten
I don't have to worry about this kind of
solidarity, loneliness, the epitome of such
that I felt that night, in the house alone
I see that you might've had things to do
or one of you was elsewhere in the house
but god damn it, you could've said
literally anything, to me, when I woke up
That shit scarred me for a while and
I probably wont forget it for another 15 years
and you were just sleeping, and to me it was a crisis

Sherman Alexie style poem:

Curse XX

When, I find
when traveling,
a kid alone

He's crying
or she's crying,
and you
never can tell

are they okay?
more importantly,
are their parents around?

they aren't,
the kid is alone
terrified

From now on
I dare you
be both of those
missing parents

Simultaneously.

Curse Ten: The Plague

Here you are a violent little piece of shit.
You only bother to hide, you
Only irritate every living creature
besides yourself, you sit among the arches, the
plants in the gardens and the god damn living room
then you wait and softly, softer than a feline
land and scour the vessels until you can't anymore
then you depart and you're a glutton and I can't
stand seeing you anywhere

Day and Night

In the morning
you're full of energy
excitement, adventure,
In the city
you slither between jobs
and everything bores you

it's getting dark
you think about
something more permanent
stable
and those buildings in the clouds
aren't so exciting anymore
and you don't want to take the train

it's night
among the trees
it's quiet
you like the peace
no need for scraping skies
you'll only revisit
in your head
you know the sunset's gone
I still love you like it's daytime
good night

Perfection

The fire of 100 suns
only delicately crisps
your succulent skin

The heat of foreign lands
Accentuates your flavors
When it's rubbed
into your soul

You are perfect

My lighthearted take on Locomotive Songs

Hoist Symphonies

I took the elevator everyday
It was easier

On days where it worked
I pressed the button, without a pass

Living out the privilege,
of somebody else

I glide up the floors
oh so exhilarated

Knowing I could get caught

Like any time
Nervous and excited

I got to see you