airbrushed

I would just like to let the internet know
that I've been putting blue masking tape
on everything I own.

I don't know
maybe I am going to get a new paint job.

dead dog (very nearly severely depressed dog)

I am on the human's team
I hide them in my room
like Jews

I stride through packs
of zombies—they registered
to lose their brains on
social networking sites
—my skull held high

war is a stupid game
I fuck humans
like Nazis

college poem 514 of x

I always take the stairs two at a time
—that is the kind of person I am
everyone in the world wears all black
canvas shoes and I am in black sandals
so smooth I slip and slide and stumble
on sprinkler slick sidewalks
that is an example of alliterative genius
I'm just saying is all

GOD I LOVE IT WHEN WE ARE ALL JUST CONSTANTLY WRITING POEMS ABOUT EACH OTHER. OH MY GOD CAN WE JUST WRITE POEMS ALL THE TIME?

I just finished a notebook.
I feel like I just buried a child.
Outside the cowboys are roping
The newspaper box.
I cry out in the hallway
In pretend voices.

wrists

a cross you carved
in your arm
under the direction
of the holy spirit
has faded

you're left
with a broken compass
and a shitty scar

a blue rubberband
a watch
a silly band
and a reminder
'impossible is nothing'