old light

you read old light,

take sips of smoke,

yellow gatorade then yr

stomach turns

it's all making yr own

inspirations

linguine in one end,

poems out the other

a flea market in the

lot of yr father's union hall

Local 19,

like that old swap 'n' shop

across the bridge 

an ocean then,

bought the swords and the

stands—

it sits like a menacing

joke in the corner

of the bedroom

the point is I've gotta

create a drawing for the

front cover of ryan's

book

while my beautiful

fiancée rides 

the stationary bike

my neck is a thousand

pebbles

new poem

another hard day at the wawa mines
a 12-hour shift makes the mind mush
an 8-hour shift makes the body crumple
graphic designer or laborer it doesn't matter
i turn off the computer to turn on another
and in a spell i read several poems by warren and cindy
it makes me remember for a moment how to be a person
and of course my instinct is to take a photo of one of their poems
and post it to my instagram stories since it's the way
i keep in touch with most of you
and when i see that you're the first to view it
it makes me want to write this poem