2010 poems

Bundle me

In the trails-
Behind my grandmothers West Virginian home,
made of wood-
I traipse about among the ticks,
& look out over a vast acre of tall green grass-
Pressed my notepad against a hollow tree which housed large black ants
& other insects with antenna-
Had to make a note about poison leaves & breeze-
Through out the trail there were big fields with grass only-
These fields reminded me of fucking my girl at purchase in the outskirts along the
campus, on top of a towel, with falls leftover foliage-
Sexual tongue shaker-
Love faker-
Undertaker-
I started to walk back toward the house-
Breaking old twigs in shaded movement-
I threw my cell-phone down a hill-
laughed-
Stared at the patches of dirt & the spiders with burgundy legs &
started feeling like the leaves with the holes chewed through by the butterflies with
now dried cocoons-

J______, please bundle me-
Just bundle me like firewood.



When You Get a Knock On The Door

“When Jesus knocks on your door”, she said.

Jesus is not at my door-
Well I actually don’t know. I’m on vacation at the moment-
I don’t really have a “HOME” with a steady door to knock on-
There’s my apartment in Manhattan- that I’ll be leaving when the lease is up, my moms beautiful house in the Port Jefferson Village, my dads place in Florida where I lived for most of my childhood…

Jesus and I have never met-
What residence would he be reaching me at?
He doesn’t have my cell phone number- or does he?
That- has changed a few times…

The freaks say people are jealous of Jesus. They say they can’t hear him when he speaks-
He is Jesus, no? He should have a 7g network or something like that.

If my cold body is consumed and travels helplessly down the river or
my inner systems swell and buckle with cancer, I still won’t be home and I still won’t know if Jesus was at my door or not.









Ladybug

How many spots did the ladybug have?

A lot, but it was dried and dead.




Age Limits

-4 months apart
a year older than you
19? No 21?
It’s all because of those cut off feet-

+ Are you going to the wedding?

-Ugh, I can’t stand them.

+ Who?

- Micky and Donna.

+ You don’t like Donna cause of her body. You’re very shallow.

- Shut up I’m resting. Move all this clutter off of the counter will you?

+ I feel kind of guilty.

- That’s because you are.