Visual Poetry
Losing Dogs
Bad Days
Good Days
Don’t you want to be good
for just a little while longer
I always waited by
the door all day
I am not good but I
am something close
I dont need sex
This is no time to be sober
Crawling is good for you
Outdoor pools are open baptisms
In a fist fight with God
the Devil always wins
I no longer want to be you
Of course I will never
forget you. I have you
carved in the palm of my hand
I think I feel shame
exiting my body
Like you mean it
I'm sorry that I met you like this
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Tell me I dont have to
harmonize anymore
The water is crisp
blue and I’ve watched
you drink it so raptly I
can feel it fill my
stomach. I thought
I knew what love was.
The patched grass,
sooten down by
sneakers and paws
is appetizing