You’ll never be Obama

  You, Don Trump, will never be Obama.   Sometimes when I hear your words or see Sean and Paul and the others on the playground I want to run and hide.  I go by the merry-go-round, but I can still see you running about pushing random people to the ground.  Usually the slower ones….

Title Your Way

Can I write a poem about love? Can I reach into the depths of whateva’s left and scratch the surface of a half-beaten smile and jimmy out a broken tooth or two to peer into the bloody grinning gap to eek-out loveworn lumps of shimmering gut squishy, glossy heart tissues nudes pews glossolalia nerves connect…

haikus

and if i ever meltdown twitter to invite donald with me     tutor me he his is everything… poetry ghost iridescently hands tweaking me spell iridescent smarty pants         if i could erase my brain What is his name google Jim Carey’s sunshine please find t hat machine that erases the…

not sure about all of it but i like dem books

and mentors are good too but maybe not in the doggedly aggressive way he mentions about it but also maybe that’s why he’s rich and i’m not   (IDK he has good points, I usually just like to slink or spiral around people until they get generally annoyed with me or completely creeped out and…

ese hijo de puta

burning of american a sheriff killed a baby and mitt romney kissed the whole ass and told america yeah i did it I did it good.    

so um yup I need a dreamcatcher

and not the one from Stephen King. I had a few interesting things happen to me in these last couple of days, and in the spirit of breaking free from my self-imposed shell of obscurity, I am writing them on my blog, why not? I got a little closed-in in the last idk year? here…

summer dates

well… you asked. are seemed to ask and now I gotta. hmmm well to share a little more than usual I’ll just say life’s been a little rough. I mean, I’m not all a downer, it’s been some good times too but more tumult than usual inwardly this summer. That can be a good thing…