Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes
fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.
Autobiography (when the moon shines like a dead garage)
When the moon shines like a dead garage
I travel with gasoline ghosts down all those haunted
miles of the past, twenty-seven Model A miles an hour
in 1939, going to where I have forgotten.
I think I'll try a few of my own "Brautigans."
Exercise in Exorcism
there are two kinds of men at the gym
the kind who will ask you how to use the machine
and the kind that will stare at you like a lion
three machines away.
Death
asking for help
seems redundant
You Are a Powerline
A monolith
Static zinging in my ears
You're probably giving me cancer
but being near your electricity is probably worth
the chemo.