Category: Poetry

The Non-Conformist Book Club

  What are the requirements for nonconformity? Why, it’s simple really: First, you should join the club Of individuals who practice Nonconformity together as one. Then you must get a tattoo, The location of which Is entirely up to you. This will showcase your dedication To individuality and nonconformity. For design ideas and tattooist recommendations Please consult the guidebook below Or ask your fellow … Read More The Non-Conformist Book Club


Go Get Lost

  I stare at the ticket in my hand And the backpack at my feet And I think to myself: I don’t go to find a job Or begin my career— That can come later, perhaps Whatever that might be. Instead I go to lose myself– And to find truth. To soften parts of me I didn’t realize Weren’t bone. The reader brings his … Read More Go Get Lost

Let Me Be Frank

  Let me be Frank. Or Ernest— It doesn’t matter who, exactly, Just let me be someone other than This individual me Who seems to have no end to the spout of rambling Circles which sundance around my soul and up and out my eyes With no end to the internal commotion and no regard for the inner turmoil With which the endless stream … Read More Let Me Be Frank

Not Going Anywhere

  I’ll gladly leave If only you teach me how to play jazz. How to spray-tan This bluesy vibe With melodramatic magnificence and other methods I don’t understand. Teach me the staccato kick Of the jagged edge The ticker and patter of which Imports a flutter into this torpor Too terrific to strip. How can I loom like you do— Blooming and bulging over … Read More Not Going Anywhere

I Realize

  My finger jiggles as I press the door bell, my arms full of time-goblins like homemade apple pie and more cookies than ever necessary. They answer the door drinking red wine, eating celery wearing no hint of velvet— unlike me— and I realize quite quickly that people don’t ring the doorbell at these kinds of things. Nor, do they seem, to eat cookies. … Read More I Realize

Happy Birthday Douglas Adams

There is, for some reason, Something especially grim About the nature of plastic cutlery, Pocket books of poetry, Portugal on a Tuesday, And the wind chimes on the porch When you’ve distinctly called For their resignation. It’s out of sorts to believe You can solve these problems With only a broiled potato. The truth of it is Lots of people are mean, Including those … Read More Happy Birthday Douglas Adams

To Speak of the Day

I. Wind You ask me to come You summon me here You tell me to wait You tell me to care. But I am the youth Don’t ask me to stay No substance to tie down No mass to be pegged. Instead watch me dance Bliss in the greeting Swept off your feet For only the evening. For it is the nature That sways … Read More To Speak of the Day

To Kerouac

Give me the downbeat And snuggle me til empty. Your cache is nothing more Than empty shavings Of Christmas presents at the hands Of my six-year-old cousin. Don’t frizz that way Don’t you know we live On the cliff face And don’t you know They’ve outlawed towels? Show me the soul So aloof and empathetic It renders the calm Even more abridged. Take all … Read More To Kerouac


I wonder what it might be to tell myself, “Why don’t you recline upon this red couch here?” to assure myself, “Don’t worry about scuffing the leather it was a hand-me-down anyways. I don’t make very much off these lessons of ours.” I wonder what I might respond to the questions I wonder what I want to ask myself. Will I be a compliant … Read More Self-Therapist

Give Me Your Selfish

I’m sick of people being selfish without a purpose; Who present me with needs and wishes that are as needless and witless As the Suburbans and Hummers which cart around their single child, Circling around the cardboard boxes they inhabit; Angry because their box is the same as the next; Angry because the next box is better, And aren’t I as good as them? … Read More Give Me Your Selfish


To the Hefty Inadequate

I love podcasts. And audiobooks. And reading. And learning from mentors who do not realize I have labeled them as such. But. There comes a point when I step back and breathe and realize: I’m hefty inadequate, here. I can’t accomplish half the things that Tim Ferriss can do in an hour. I can’t fathom being Tom Bilyeu for an interview. I can’t imagine … Read More To the Hefty Inadequate

Practicing My Allegories

It’s a peculiar phenomenon, This confiding to me the problems of the troubled. I cannot say what it is that entices loose lips and quivering nostrils In my less-than qualified presence. I say peculiar, mark you, Because it is an amusing situation to find oneself in, And more times than not– Indeed, it would be safe to quote always– I take this occasion to … Read More Practicing My Allegories