I spend too much time thinking about myself or maybe not enough I can't really decipher maybe I spend too much time indulging in my unfolded potential and not enough time doing the unfolding.
Category: Poetry
Urges
Have you ever spun a dreidel on shrooms? I haven't but sometimes I get the urge ripping through me like a bad idea because part of me has always wanted to hallucinate and be a Jew at the same time.
Richie Bigobootoo
Hi my name is Richie Bigobootoo and I had a heart attack when I was five my favorite snack is pistachios and when the TV is on I pretend to talk on the phone to spite my mother Tuesday’s are a bit stupid and cats make me angry but as long as I can collect … Continue reading Richie Bigobootoo
Daze
I have six-thousand four-hundred and twenty-two steps today which is more than I would have guessed because I really didn’t do anything you know those days when you wake up don’t have to go to work or school or jiu jitsu or Romanian ballet class and you convince yourself today is your day so you … Continue reading Daze
Watermelon
The simple taste of watermelon sugar in the summer settles on a tongue chalked with memories like the time we all doorbell ditched the Dixon's or raced peanuts to the sewage on a rainy day felt the breeze and set out to fly a turtle kite watch it float in the sky like a dream.
True Love
Let’s run away head to the beach build a grand transgender sandcastle and watch the waves slowly roll come my love sink your toes and finger my name into the sand etch your soul in the butter of my bosom and fill this cup with mayonnaise.
The Rain
The sun shines and everyone drives between the lines slowly approaching a cloudy horizon a small drop of water connects and splatters on the glistened windshield of a Toyota Corolla causing the driver to jerk the man behind him takes two drops in view he swerves like the dough of a pretzel causing a woman … Continue reading The Rain
