they have all arrived

waving words and wands what terrible days nostalgia makes for loverboys who ask you to hurt them and when you refuse you tell them (as patiently as you can) that it’s the other way around and you will not hurt this one or this one or this one because by…

the grinding gods

et dans cet abandon dix fois tout voyage implique un mouvement nous supposons gonflé de but certains d’entre nous sont simplement debout gelé au sol où le patrimoine est un chien errant parti faim et boite loin de les dieux broyeurs dont stationnaires ailes colorées en jaune par la nicotine…

Waiting For the Trick to Come

you are hoping he washes his ass in the shower because you are painfully aware that he’s going to demand that you eat it/ waiting, always waiting/ it makes no sense because they’re all on the clock anyway/ making you wait is going to cost them, but you’ve never been…

your clandestine appearances

you are if nothing else. consistent. the modified us asked you to stop coming around and sucking out the ideas we have in our heads. leave us alone to do our art. but. no. your world is still, and clear. and. mean. there are some. precious things. you will never…

i will tell you not to listen

i so hear your anger i have my own & i will tell U not 2 listen 2 the dogooders who will tell U they can save you if you just regurgitate all the bloody shit of it on them they R only focusing on you for their own needs/…

Divergent Outcomes

yielding widely diverging outcomes flapping wings and randomness analytical techniques doubling the forecast time proportional uncertainty so much external noise not unlike the supersymmetry or trajectory of being inside him repeating a history of the intuition of periodic orbits scattered infinite-dimensionally points of large arrays whose resonance in fluid motion…

After Wandering

after wandering some through America, land of the umbilical alone, you begin to see fungal family graveyards infected in a different light people just staring at the rain in a parking lot cuz they were in it https://timbarrusart.tumblr.com

What Gets Televised

i work with adolescents who bitch a lot (they would like to burn the planet down) they’re always complaining about how insufferable mainstream media is it’s all about content that sucks cock/ okay/ then, make the kind of content you want to see/ write the kind of books you want…

Mainly The Lot of Us Are Puppets

pretending no one pulls our fucking strings we cannot be manipulated baby, you are so manipulated your spcks glow

SomeNightsSlipping

pretending no one and nothingcan pull your puppet stringsyou, stumbling on bridges, you a moving target look at whathappened to us, the skygrew dark the skygrew light, the sky despite our farburning flame of delusionaldream palaces free of strings

The Outer Banks in Fall

the ponies play this stare you down game you will never ride us you will never ride us i will never ride you i will never ride you even the sun is balls cold ponies storming the golf courses and condominiums tainted, taut, they have stolen february when they will…

TruckFuck

on our broken aching backs mesmerized and looking up at the whiskey stars in the metal hard bed of your ancient truck the fucktruck drinking  jack and smoking a torrent of that white trash weed the stars a hundred feet away/ your ass smells like the feed store/ a sweaty…

Watch His Eyes At The End

watch his eyes at the end if you are one of my friends and i ask you if i might film you i would advise you to say no it’s easier that way and darkness starts inside of things like will i be good enough and you get it that…

the bullies who live in toilets

we speak to bullying and abuse on playgrounds, on sidewalks, on the bus, but we do not speak to bullying and abuse that occurs in toilets because we are ashamed/ teachers are afraid and bullying is rampant even if the media has refocused on different parts of the news cycle,…

the lone and narrowing

the lone and narrowing but now your left breast down to fatal wreckage behind the blur of cancer’s tomb you were at risk because the other one hiv has disowned diseased outcomes deep-buried and banished to the marrow’s snow whose frigid hands grab us all seeing as the sun has…

pacemakers and arrhythmia

i will never leave appalachia/ i know that/ it just is/ i do not love appalachia/ i do not know how to love a place/ i hold no romance for it to my naked breast/ the beauty of the blue ridge is more ruthless than you can know/ that soft,…

Ginger’s Pasture

when old ned died, we had to drag the horse’s body with a tractor to a pit i had spent a day digging/ i had loved that horse, and could not shake the feeling that we were hurting him by dragging his dead weight with a rope tied around his…

and hovering

i belong in that  place with the sacks of seed spilled upon the fallow ground salted with milkweed and armed with cameras and hovering

dazzled or enough

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The Nights At Large

where some eternal blue glistens and snarling hauls its streets with the lips of whores hey bigboy gotta cigarette and you woke up there too exhausted to sleep among the stars or slices of the sun the concrete sidewalk had been jabbed into your mouth of boots where no half-broken…

leaving you

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he’s feeling you up in public and you like it

his hand will be squeezing my ass often on the long road home leaving me silently incredulous because it’s such overt flirtation no one thinks of him as someone who would do this, he is held in such regard i say nothing, pretending not to notice his fingers pushing against…

Put Your Tongue In My Mouth

his tongue was always a sort of ruins set apart from the cold or even from the rest of him his cock his eyes his hands his shit hole his hollow in the mountains where the crows live

Wall of Arrows

2 Straight Boys Hungry As a Straining Rope

the camera speaks because that is what it is designed to do/ digging down past the edges deep/ turf or the boundary lines kinda fade away/ they are almost scared/ the disingenuous would call it new horizons/ actually, what straight males fear the most is shit/ the land of the…