old poem from my tumblr

i am going

back to bed

there are more dreams

to be had

some of them

aren’t so good

but a few of them

aren’t so bad.

short odd poem.

we now

rejoin

the rain

already

in progress

old salvaged poem

later

there will be

a reckoning

but for now

let us enjoy

this lovely little disaster

together

a poem that falls under the category of theft by finding...

In the dream, I had driven to Bangor. I do not drive. I walked around a store for what seemed like forever. I was looking for music. I found magazines and books. I was mistaken for an old friend. Someone who had done aerial training in New York. I accidentally closed a door. I was addressed as Matt and then embarrassed as the store clerk had applied a Post-it note warning against closing it. I walked around,  then left. I had another store to walk around. But I could not find my car. I walked through the parking lot. I walked through a restaurant. The buildings were replaced by columnated ruins. For all I know, I am still walking.

if i have learned anything in life, it is this: never hold the waffle too long.

old poem from my soon-to-be-deleted tumblr

if you

let me

take the songs

i loved

with me

i will

let you have

the silences

they made

when they 

were over

i know

how much

you treasured them.

Got milk?

Dec. 20 poem

the night

comes

with everything

you see here

but some assembly

is required.

Controversial post

The only Pink Floyd LPs I can listen to are ones where Roger Waters is not the one in control.

Dec. 19 poem

How many times did I go off in search of fire when I could have lit one of my own? How many times did I settle for being a shadow when I could have made myself known? How many times did I romanticize the struggle as if it made me divine? How many times did I write this out until it felt like mine?

poem

wait
do not disrupt
the silence
this is
my favorite part

Visions of sugar plums in full effect.

Newborns are notoriously bad at parking...

About the Author.

About the author He began his career In disgrace attracted to light Overwhelmed by uncertainty Given to embellishment And romanticizing the struggle He never knew When to leave Well enough alone He died In here somewhere And yet Is still looking For the light