poems i haven't written

Jack wrote some bluesy shit
that sank like jazz in the afterlight
where everyone forgets and prose
is so useless/ I'm writing I'm writing
all the time except on here which I've
forgotten I'm writing. There's poets out there in
the why don't we read what we say
lemonade/ the bodies in the street
on little feathery birds being pulled
down in the wind, splattered all over the bridge
and that's fucked up/ I can't shit
shit I can't talk/ I feel sad when their eyes close
they don't teach us anymore they won't
tell us anymore, shortly ever after
what sun never comes up over the gilded golden
leafy unnecessary globe? ah-Ha

Dad

Out in the world distance
swirling something like
rain and sun and clouds
Can a text message
break your heart?

Rowing south on 95

In the furnace of the city of
Baltimore, the buildings cook
in brilliant infinitesimal orange
light, even one-eyed Natty Boh--
the sky is swirling wrecking
ball blue and my mind rides the
ups and downs of the clouds
cutting thinly white between the
fires, I pass it in a 60 mph
instant--
the city cooked into the
night--the tunnel--to heaven's
darkness,
the floating membranes of
Earth's belly

statement

Why does eternity appear
like a drape about my beige floor?
I eat the infinity symbol because it
rots like paper on car windows,
the world is shit turned blue and green,
I am a lost soul
typing my mortality away.

Ocean Pome

I just wanna drink beer on
the beach and dig you in the night,
your arms around my waist and the
salt of the ocean foam to get us high
I wanna curl up on your brown
legs and feel the waves lap
at my feet from europe or africa
or somewhere, we'll find a clean white hotel
out there on Coastal Highway and I've
got so much energy it's crackling
from my finger tips, I'll shock you
I'll paint madness and hapiness and love
all across the sea-fogged-over stars