Poetry Landfill


How cool can you look in a photograph with your dad
Answer: Kool
My dad is dead, his ashes are somewhere
He doesn’t speak, or write, or drink anymore
But your dad wears glasses that are big
and magnifying
and stylish 30 years ago
which is when I would have lived if I were a dad

gold chains are cool
I want you to remember this
I want you all to remember this
I want you to trace the history of a receding dad hairline
with your finger
like you think you trace the history of your autumnal sunsets
the important ones

sarcasm is cool
and dad did great things
like when he gave birth to your look before you had one
your eyes are wonderful and they have their own shadows
and sometimes looking great is better than doing great things
but almost never


As a man
Is it possible
To don a ponytail
In an appropriate way
I would say no
It is not
To which you would reply
What is appropriate
To which I would reply
Concerning male ponytails nothing is appropriate
To which you would reply
What about soccer players
To which I would reply
I’m talking about normal people, in public situations
To which you would reply
You didn’t say that
To which I would reply

I’m fairly certain that you have a ponytail fetish
And will not be invited to my wedding
To which my inner monologue replies
You will never get married, no one can love you because you don’t love yourself
To which I reply
But I love ponytail jokes



realize: Asia isn’t cool
North America is




Sometimes I love a woman
and my mom hates her
and it makes me love that woman more
I don’t know what this proves
Because I love my mom, we just get along poorly
because she is a stubborn old woman but she raised me
I’m alive at this moment in time
so I’d say she did a pretty good job
One time I took a blurry picture of her
in front of a large tomato plant that we grew together
The image of that photograph is stronger that my actual memory
In fact it has replaced the memory
Not sure what that proves either
It was just us you know

Somewhere in between humid summer nights I made sandwiches
It became an art form
My mother supported this art form by buying cold cuts
I never want to work a job I hate like she did
I hate my job now
I love my mom still
That woman raised me to walk away


Your whole body looks like a
beat up mustache
What was you eatin’?
Some corn?

Your whole body looks like a
beat up mustache
Like a dog been through some dirt
Like some sorta gutta cat
Been eatin’ outta trashcans
You have

Your whole body looks like a
Beat up mustache
You been eatin’ some soup
Some greasy meat
You need a comb
You need a seat to sit on
Lord knows you need some rest
Lookin’ mighty haggard

Your whole body looks like a
Beat up mustache
A mustache that done some talkin’
Too much
Been beat up
Lookin’ like you


All people have heard of space
It’s above them
What is below them
Is the history of the species

Like all people are
softer when louder
louder when human
simple sluts

Like all people do
We continue to breathe
even when the air smells like shit
it makes us nostalgic for shit


I’ve looked at pictures of buildings
I’ve read articles about buildings
I’ve burned articles about pictures of buildings
I’ve hung my old swim trunks on a wall
They aren’t mine they are loaners now they’re mine
They are ugly
They make my building ugly
They make me feel like a cheap bro

When I leave a building I leave it for good
When I’m learning about relationships I return
When there is nothing good about eggs I build
When there is a house with no scent I choose
This isn’t a place for friendly competition
This isn’t a place for open books
This isn’t your mother’s divorce palace
This isn’t your father’s obsessive compulsive aftershave


That’s why they invented piano
To attach the silence between two sentences
That’s why they invented trees too
Crickets too

It’s the same reason that when you run your hands
Through air and space
There is sometimes a photograph
Tinted warm with faded yellows and reds
And sometimes the kid in the photo wears
His red striped tube socks high
And sometimes that kid is you

That’s why they invented canvas sneakers
That’s why cotton is a fabric and not a metal
That’s why steel isn’t clothing
And it’s stainless sometimes

Silence between sentences doesn’t need pianos
That’s what people who wait to speak are for
Sometimes they need photographs more than others
Anyway, they forgot what crickets and trees are for
And tube socks


when you enter my room it’s a sacred space
there is a single candle and a light from the record player
it illuminates the things that I like on the wall
this is where the magic happens
magic is what I refer to as my private special time
my private special time that you can’t be a part of unless you play your cards right, and by cards I mean Uno
because Uno is special
Uno is a game that is played in rehab
it is also taught in elementary schools to prepare future children for rehab
it is a game that teaches you to shit on your friends
which is ok
but don’t let that vibe into my sacred space
Uno is a game that is played outside of my room
it is for classrooms and detox facilities run by doctors and teachers
now when I speak of private special time I am referring to metaphysical investigation
and this investigation happens after masturbation
masturbation is like the Petrine Era
then brief enlightenment
followed by the Romantic Era
which is like all special times combined
and it is sacred
and if you drew 4 earlier
you can be a part of that too


Get up bird why do you look so skeletal I can see your skeleton
you look grounded and that crushes my 19th century ambitions

Hi squirrel why do you look like a strawberry dessert dish with
hair in it I’ll send you back and ask for no hair please I’m

Hi giraffe why don’t you jump out of your savannah, you have
snapped legs, I hit my head on the sky too once, don’t blink at
me sadly before you disappear

Hey fish why do you look like a bellows, I can blow on a fire
too see, ouch my lips I can’t be away from my home too long

Hey human, can you be my home, will you be my friend and not
die on me