Generational wealth is the unfores… Totem pole of our time and date I have a dearth of good qualities Optimum language of the plummiest… More self control than dozens befo…

I’ve begun to notice Your names everywhere. One of you lives in that book on t… The other repeats in a song that… Over and over,

I want to hold you like a cigarett… You know, when you say you don’t r… Deny any desire to light a match And pretend like you don’t think o…

Let’s Dance Until We’re Dead Let’s clap our bones together Snap thunder between our joints And shimmy to the funeral marches Let’s say to hell with all the

It’s a fever in the night A black cone turned into a mirror… An incandescence you try to forget It’s the glittering fetid overwhel… To re-split the atom with an axe

The grocery store The auto parts store The plant nursery Everything is a dollar general now Student loan commercials

Call me Apollo Whisper it into a landline receive… Wring your hands While considering the implications Of feminine control dressed

Literally, hey! Why are there cinders spilling fro… Is there... like a switch? Shit. I tried to pick up my phone… I don’t think I can go to the bat…

You are the rain hanging in the ai… Filling me with sap You are heavy like the thunder Rolling overhead rolling over, ove… When the heat just has to break

I heard the t-t-ticking We stood in our underwear Drinking juice glasses of tequila In Liz Taylor’s kitchen My baby face was thinning

Finally, I howl. My fingers soaked in seven or so m… Of pent up lust, admiration and de… The scream comes from someplace de… I keep it going longer in order to…

Just us and the snow Speaking only in clouds of steam Like parched dragons We are the kings of this morning I can only hope to relive this mom…

I feel homesickness the strongest When I am tired of striving Tired of wanting too much My nose so turned down to the very… That I want to crawl into the war…

There is now a hole In the middle of my chest It’s all begun to spill out Memories and memento mori Feelings kept hidden

Is it really so silly To think the stars may control our… That the heavens move both our sea… What then is god, to you? Is it your business