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What Are We Going To Do?
What are we going to do when the car breaks down again? How will we make the commute that’s literally shaving time off our life expectancies? Will we be able to pay for the gas? Will we have to choose … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Political
Tagged bills, college debt, college loans, energy costs, financial stress, food cost, gas, healthcare, late capitalism, medical costs, money, pay, prescriptions, rent, retirement
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A Snake or a Gun
I am tired of thinking and talking There aren’t any more answers to be found And I’m sick of just walking around Confidences will simply always break, Relationships wither, grapes in the … Continue reading
The Future is a Thicket
The past ‘n’all my love a blasted ruin City of the dead consumed by desert Rebuilt again ‘n’again, what else ‘s’worth doin’ Sand foundations, falling always to dirt The future, it is a thicket of thorns Strang’ling each limb, … Continue reading
Posted in Depression & Anxiety, Poetry
Tagged anxiety, depression, endure, future, life, living, love, past
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Five Typed Lines
You went off with ‘nother ‘round Christmas time Snuck out while I slept ‘s’if you’d done a crime You burnt and clipt the wings off butterflies But blamed it all on me, to summarize So now you’re only worth these … Continue reading
Cigarettes
Anti-smoking ads give me that craving For a lit cigarette slowly burning Killing me, my sanity it’s saving When I inhale the darkness stops churning Poison less toxic than my memories Black lungs better than cancer in my mind … Continue reading
Posted in Depression & Anxiety, Poetry
Tagged anxiety, cigarette, cigarettes, depression, poem, poetry, smoking, sonnet
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Checkmate
It’s all just a game But it’s all that matters My pieces aflame My defenses in tatters Thinking too long And moving too little Opponents still going strong And my set … Continue reading
Monsters
We’re born into a wildfire of sensation. Suddenly it’s bright and cold and for the first time you’re exposed. Dropped in a foreign word of twisting sights and nauseating sounds, surrounded by, which might as well be and still be, … Continue reading
Beatrice
My favorite instrument is the violin. When it is truly played it sings. No other instrument has had the potency to move me, to inspiringly haunt me, to allow me to stand before the angels of heaven and nymphs of … Continue reading
Life of Fire
The sun burned in Cancer and poised to take Leo when I came into this world naked and bloody and screaming I was a summer child meant to be docilized for urbanality Then coddled and corralled into domestication with the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged angry poem, ash, burn, burnt, david t kukulkan, fire, hell, poetry, snake, toad
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A Letter
Dear~ In reply to the ails of your mind: I understand why you have no motivation, I do. It’s because the West has grown soft with age and raised a generation of sheep. Worse than that: cattle too fattened and … Continue reading
The Iron Astrolabe 