Reigning In The Rain

Hugo fishes-
in a boat filled to the brim with salt.

there is a line,
far quieter than the equator
that segue into numbers, dust, geometry.

there is no preposition,
to measure the gift, the line, the vine

Hugo fishes-
and sometimes,
ankles deep in salt
he sees a man with no mouth,
no ears, no eyes, no nose,
and no hook

The Road

he is steady
eyebrows stitched in knots,
the lightning, the buzz, the barley.

the rust on pier 17,
iron gates leading,
Cormac McCarthy speaks from paperback print
bouncing in a satchel.

Misinterpretations

saying his name,
is memorizing cursive, suffixes peeking through
it leers, smelling like summer caught in mauve hues,
yesterday, the draft drew him in
from mistaking the fog with the stream

at night,
the sailors, on the opposite shore
cannot drink all that he has swallowed,
just roam.

Visa

there are twenty seven ways out of this mess,
only twelve of which that matter,
the other option is to sit idly,
and wait.

davey

The ship's captain has lived in a centrifuge of raw dumbness till the age of 25.
He has no concept of driftwood, of Jones, of sweltered talons scathing the surface of water, that raw & blithe cry.
Only opium,
that massive thawing of the red orbs he reflects back into the sea.

The ship's captain
accelerates through a dune of sweat, a
tin of tobacco spilling onto his lap.

i've been rummaging,
through waves & shelves,
laundry baskets with wrinkled clothes

rummaging in the caked earth,
indifferent to the recent downpour


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i used to go fishing with my dad when i was younger
when he had the rusty shit box of a Subaru,
(where the red paint would flake)

i used to play in backseat,
stuffy and bogged down,
next to line and wire and poles
the sun hasn't been out like that since

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i've been writing, and rewriting, and submitting
like gunpowder,
maybe as temporary as it's flash

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i have a final today,
some where in it,
the words implicit, three, and bull
will show up

Just Finished Reading: The Alchemist's Daughter
Re-Reading: Kurt Vonnegut- Slaughterhouse Five

I usually grab books randomly off the shelves at Barnes & Noble at a whim. Still a bit frazzled with the results, though being pleasantly surprised is worth it.

Honestly, it's the title for me. I'm a sucker for fantastic titles.

Shitty picture. My camera is actually the only reason I get out of bed.

All I need is the correct lighting.





Books I've Read Over Spring Break:
-The Average American Male
-The Lie
-Dead in Dallas
-No One Belongs Here More Than You

Currently Reading: The Alchemist's Daughter