strawberry dog

didja hear tht
what it's called
i dnt even ask
most of the time
he just tells me
he thnks it will
give me this bond
that mybe it will
lift me up more
it might be
uncomfortable too
so i have a name
i can call it out
jst say 'hey. b chill'
my strawberry dog
licks me the once-
over and over
if i have to
say his name
three times less
he ends up
being p. chill
like a blue heeler
innate yrs
watches out for me
they pcked her name
they did not know
we already had Bnny

by the ways

let's go DEnvER
let's run across the water
until we see sunlamps
beaming and burning
our eye cells expanding
eye hairs batting
our body hairs
against hood bulbs
oozing a dark drip
we'll drink it
until we piss out
all over the road
while the stars cry
don't make me blue
don't make me blue
don't make me blue
let's go

dreaming up my unreal parents

dad is trying to pour 
olive oil on my head  
mom is singing 
"I like a chilly willy from-a 
South Ameh-dee-ca, hey!" 
around the house

lay man hues

Just shut the damn door
before they get in here.

Fucking flies
What about them?
They're fucking
Oh look at that.
They are.
Gross.
Oh it's not so bad.
Maybe they are just-
What?
Y'know?
Fucking.

You got a little mouth
on you, you do.
You don't make
baby making metaphors
when you talk
about your oven.


Just shut the damned
door already baby.
One more bug in mouth
and i'll stop talking.

stick your neck out

i rode my bicycle
today i found
a cinnamon roll
or a streusel
or a cinnamon roll
in my glove

this bakery treat
reminded me
of weather where
i am from
chili and cinnamon
rolls or streusels

i thought about it
about home
about how "they"
always say always
but i do not care
for always is just

until we forget
that we love
that we breathe
in and out
each other's
others remember

i have not seen
my parents
as often as
my parents see
the parents of
my parents

they are too far
too fair away
i thought i would
start riding
start writing
the cycle is always

just been revolving
i imagine
i am this sterling gun
six-shooting ideas
one at a time until
i remembered to reload

man goes tears

just eat these
while they are still
good for you

stilling still
sitting slit
it is goody goods?

it is tomorrow
lunch and snack
before noon-

before eleven
there were more
i do not count

so low i don't
go i am-
am i go-ing?

he is sure
he is. he was
before your

S(tick)S(tock)S(toke)
Shhhh...shh!
believe in that time

time to be broken
time to be loaded
time to be burned

keep me
from danger
from mouth

spilling stupid
sayings pouring
pity pits. spit.

tree poem

i am so limber.
i have been stretching
for years
and years
and years

the taller i grow
the fatter i become
when i am fat enough
you will cut me open
and feed me to the mill

i have heard of ambition
heard of purpose
the choice will never be mine
as i did not choose to be born
i do not choose to die

i did dream once i was a boat
a leg, toy planes and pews
no one has ever asked my dreams
i do not want to be printed on
i do not want to be recycled

today something hugged me
i thought they were trying to-
smooth as my insides
their bark, their fur
i have many more limbs
i could give many hugs

Phittlegraphs

I stretch my belly

to make it look pregnant

this is what you do 

on hellidays where we 

gather with our plusone

a father who cannot fathom

a phantom child

let it be real or quit 

puffing your cheeks that way

say cheese.

i said, i hate you she said

i love you

peering from underneath countertops

listen to these cords struggle 

to reach your notes

your purest tones

i would carry you 

flights of stairs

to hear once more

she said, i love you i said

bugs just die and i

     she would not give me 

one

         of my own

but then handed me a stack to hold. 

a stack to hold- it wasn't actually her that gave

me the book

i'm just sad i think but i don't say much.

when i don't say much they always think something is wrong

but i'm just reminding myself to remind myself to slow down- i 

am ahead of you, so far, so      so far that i only 

am barely now behind myself

i think beyond seascapes and chocolate. 

i let bugs crawl on me because i will outlive them, 

i just want you to kiss me, where i kiss you

i want you to pet my fur of your fur that i pet

i want to look good desired

bare to the assbones naked odious blue ink

pressing these veins, 

these veins: these veins flexed as i push tension 

up up up up p yr spine

yr shoulders open 

fingers free you breathe.

Party Boy in Paradise

life's so short on life

so short on goals and shame

it is the thoughts that count themselves

into infinity but before you call me baby,

before you kiss my kissing lips

before you eyes me senseless with 

left-gazed 'i love yous'

tell me guilelessly what you want.

tell me if i am even worthy. 

wooden frontier

blue ink. lousy bluesy bitch.

am i enveinous? no. 

of your beauty none.

i have released two wildly domesticated animals 

onto a wood floor frontier. i cannot say exactly 

where they will roam

but i can say i know their very boundaries

wonder if you have imagined 

a voice for me i would prefer 

Yr Poem

I looked in the mirror

killed the lights

foustfoustfoust

behind me appeared 

winter beard born of

August last year

He pierces my sounds sound

prays my words word

tickles my necks neck

i expected a boogie man

i was given a poet

i expected to bleed

to die here

in a pool of 

couplets and consciousness

i came to, 

the neighbors dog

wetting my eyes

What is your dream car?

The one that floats in clouds and lands on dragons peels out so their scales are just shredded with little flecks and bits of dragon scale dust all up in the dragon's eyes all dusty and shit then the car just shreds some crazy stupid van halen riff and people start thinking the dragon has magical halen powers but he doesn't because it's just that car wailing away but you wouldn't know it because that dragon is so so tall. that dragon is just way too tall.

an uncomfortable
bed i, rock
rest still today
this day brought sunlight
sunlight brought one
blue-tailed boy who
eyes me of his mountain
peeks below his waist

irrelevant now
breaths held
across cemeteries
cemeteries
each new pair of shoes

one red-nosed
dear boy
lifts me
pushes my faces
thumbs my eyes
rolls my spine



skip               skip                         skip                                      skip                                              skip

if you allow me 
to kiss 
you, beware

and do not 
give me your lip
or (your eyelid)

i will pierce your
skin where it
is the thinnest
on your body


and let this 
venom that is love
this poison that is passion
this drug that is life 

soak into your 
veins and 

(your blood)

you will feel
alive. even when
you are without me

i rub this ash to
my skin
burns me into
a sarcophagus
fourtrillion flecks- dust
i used to have bones
i used to have flesh
i used to breathe.
i loved
i took for granted.
i heard pictures
i used to think
              critically
              worldly
i held footing
where rare humans
breathed
where many have walked.
look at me now.    again.
washtch me
i am just the dirt
the over priced acre
the under the table
scrap for dogs
i am unseen molecules
no you are not blind
no you are not
only remnants,
seperated pieces
i can no longer be
grasped
within your arms
reach you cannot
let go-
memories of that fork
in the road scraping
against my teeth
when we ate
your sister's casserole

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in the wind 
she dances, 
and the stars 
accompany Her
whose dress is 
beautiful

Dear Santa,


It appears as though my letter has been mixed up with that 
of another child. Please take back these two front teeth,
and return to me the bicycle i did ask for.

i watched on your left foot

digits twothreefour

i listened with both of my ears

you read to me poems of blue

the very random way 

your picture perfect points

wiggling on the wooden grain

God;
Damn my fucking mouth.

I just want to be your vessel.

my old man tells me
as goes his best guess
that fivebillion years
from yesterday the sun
will grow to be fifteenhundred
times its size

                      leaving behind
its core and darkest
of night.

i mention this to you not
for the reason that i am worried
i mention this to you
because i wish to kiss you
wherein fivebillion years
i could've missed this chance

humorous though cruel
is my own mind
when i wake up
next to you smiling.


then i wake up.

this particular way
which upon your hand
rests gently your cheek
where between each finger
rich toned, thick, your brunette
reaching across this cone
into only the smallest corner
of my eye
beckoning me to twist
to peer beyond the light, dust
returning to you a gaze
i may have borrowed this morning

oh the words
i will spend
on you when
letters have become
currency

i lied.





j. douglas tinnean

i usually do not but today i did
yield for a bicyclist who was flying
north to south down a hill. in
his momentum he rode right
by and blew me a kiss. i told my family
about this at dinner. they laughed.
'how peculiar, what an interesting man,"
they had all said.
i blew him a kiss back
i usually do but today i did not
kiss and tell
and i wonder if he's thinking about me

mountains? yes,
how about
mountains?

i once read a poem
where i thought
you were breaking up
with me

it's times like these
wherein i wish
the foo fighters weren't
playing in your head
an earworm


"vestibule" and "receptacle"
sound like shit to me
i just hear "shit"    "shiiiit"
i don't want it to
when you call me babe
sound foreign

you are a native of love
fallen from the angelic
the first acid jazz/christian/folk
super group
by the name
spoken from
your perfect lips

"please do not kiss me until.."
i apologize

but i am not sorry
you are sacred.