tangled

slick and slender
sipping sour juices
from sourer fruits,
the storm inside the house,
the bee in the jar.

sterile squeeze
sturdy stammer
sticky stealthy stupor
surrender silence
squall swell swine
siempre tuyo
siempre mio
suckle slit seduce.

hammer the heat
hiss, hold, holy.
beneath the
crook of your elbow
lies the dawn of your pleasure.

hip hum host
hasten hither
here, how, hero.

resume, become.
resent, restore.
ruins, rocks, ribs.
rim, rum, run.

lust long luster
languid, loose, limb
(her eyelids pale,
wild orchids in a dark cave).

lucid, lake, loquacious, liquor,
lick her limestone crevice.

lush
rush
hush
(a round stone in the palm of your hand).

hunt
haunt
feather.

lisp,
luck,
lock,
leather.

floor fuck.
grapes, pluck.

plum

plume

pleasure.

poem from 'think tank for human beings in general'

weak

i have come close to sucking my own dick

but have inevitably failed

every time

one gets so close, and then the pain sets in

it is like a kind of sharp spoon or something

digging into your back

trying to scoop out something that is not there to be found

"if only my dick were an inch longer," i have thought

but it is of no use

i have practiced stretching and i have read fiction books

about people who have allegedly done it,

but a book is not what is or was

a book is just a story

and so now i try to persuade other people to suck my dick

or give me a kiss

or sit with me

or talk with me

or walk with me

or something

and i do this while knowing that

all relationships are, to some degree, a power struggle

and that the power gets moved around from time to time

is what keeps things going.

an example of this would be how tonight

i wanted to see you so badly

but you had other plans with other people

or something.

i have tried thrusting my penis into the dirty cunt of power

and tearing it to shreds

but my penis was not large enough.

i have tried giving a piece of my penis to everyone,

so as not to be discriminatory or

hierarchical or

something

but my penis was not strong enough.

'is my penis inadequate'

'who will nurture an inadequate penis like mine'

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this poem has been posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook think tank for human beings in general.

more information about the chapbook this poem appears HERE

jordan's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

richard's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

Poem from "think tank for human beings in general"

excuse me

when i was younger i would say things like

'i wish everybody had a video camera filming them

so they could see how stupid they are'

'stupid' meaning

we are hurting each other

and it is difficult to see it

but if we need cameras

to feel the weight of ourselves

we will only feel

less 'real'

like untagging your name

from facebook pictures

or getting 'obliterated' every night,

waking up with chunks missing

from your pillow

we should sit in a room

and not say anything

we should sit in a room

and let pieces of the ceiling

fall onto us, unflinchingly,

as our faces strip off

layers of themselves.

maybe,

but if you want

to go buy cigarettes

i will probably make

the walk with you.

excuse me

for all things

i think i want

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This poem posted for promotional purposes in regards to the release of the second edition of the poetry chapbook think tank for human beings in general.

More information about the chapbook this poem appears HERE

Jordan's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

Richard's blog post about the second pressing of think tank HERE

10 poems from 'i am like october when i am dead'

climbing onto this church

thank god

carrying a giant rake with me to scare walking individuals


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good fucking lord we enjoy the wheat season in michigan


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reading marx on a bench in september in michigan you are gone

for lunch i had peanuts

i dont talk much

the clouds


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i am eating a slice of white cake

a bird sings by my window

the son of a bitch


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i recorded a video for jack horkheimer on new years eve in my dads driveway and i forgot to email it to him

damn, i still havent emailed this video to jack horkheimer


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god help me im throwing my neighbor off a building


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i am like october when i am dead

a wheelbarrow dispensing chalk lines, that is how silent i am

there is my hand

i am like the killers of people


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oh     you have a smock on  


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the hymnal at my grandmothers funeral says ‘wives be subordinate to your husbands, as is proper in the lord’

five months ago i saw a video of a dog being thrown into a garbage compactor


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mother fucker, i rented a movie and recorded over it with two hours of myself          

on the video i am shouting compliments at my family

i burn my car on purpose

its january

i greet myself at the beginning of a great career

A Syphilius Now

stepping closer to the middle of nowhere
no ravine or cliff in sight
angry that my only option is to drift
until I sight a ravine or cliff

I fear growing old and dying
I long to grow old and die

I can feel my brain shriveling into a raisin

I can mumble but I can't breathe