Poetry Pack 2

I've been hard at work on my novel and grinding away at a really great couple of articles that I'm so excited to share. It may be a little longer until you see them, so for now, here's some poetry. This pack is a lot gloomier than the last, and some are way more straight to the point than others. Here's hoping you have a good time reading.

Parody

Yeah?

So?

I eat pizza with a fork

Why you asking dumb shit?

My hands are dirty from doors

I don’t wanna touch it

Meals are such a chore

When you’re on hand wash 24

Scrubbing away at your tongue skin

I got burns and a numb wrist

I wasn’t like this before

Frantic at the door of the oven

Came home with more from the store

Now I keep my panics by the dozen

Bad living and I’m just been stunned since

Bad chicken did damage to my stomach

Now I think I’m one trip from kicking the bucket

But you think I’m just being funny so fuck it

Candy Bar Haiku

I cannot discern

any regular person

from a candy bar

After Hours Toilet Poem

It’s 1:23am and I’m sitting on the toilet.

I’m not going to the bathroom

or anything like that.

I’m just sitting there

not ready to go to bed.

I can’t yet

With a lingering thought

Stuck to my mind.

It’s always hard to sleep

When you have to.

The shower drain ticks beside me.

I wonder about people

And everyone I hate.

Or used to hate, rather.

I find it funny how that subsides

After awhile.

Their Wrongdoings from 5 or 6 years ago

Can’t reach me now.

I think about this chapter.

And my relatively new relationship

With medicine cabinet enemies.

I wonder if that too will subside.

I wonder if we can make amends.

I would want nothing more

4AM in Bed with my OCD

Sucked down to the box spring

Shakes from the cold or the sound

That’s an offspring

Beaters

I talk to the shoes I say to go I tell them to move They don’t talk back. Instinctively I want to hide Terrified to step outside Like a tumor morphs and frays It swallows me Ready to number my days I start to run But I run in place

I’m alright

I think

I’ve always been scared of death But I’m too scared to live my life

Poetry Pack 1

Hi! This is new for me but I'm excited to share some poetry. I have a new story coming out tomorrow (7/4), which is something I'm much more comfortable with releasing since it's more in my wheelhouse, but I figured I'd share some writing that I have backlogged. If you follow The Circuitry Might Instagram page you may have already read some of these since I like to dump things there, too. These are very similar to TCM in a sense that some are funny and some are dark. Occasionally it's both!

Fast Break

I kinda wanna eat my neighbor’s cat.

I don’t know

He just looks kinda good.

It probably wouldn’t be very polite of me

But what do you expect

when you name your cat Waffles.

I wouldn’t do too much, I mean

Just some syrup or something on him

A square of butter perhaps

Melting into a warm savory blanket

Bits of jam falling into piquant pockets.

I’m going to stay on my phone and just

Watch these videos for awhile

Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a fish fillet?

I don’t really like fish that’s just my stance

I won’t eat it, I don’t need to explain

Even if I did there would be no chance

Somebody may find you to be a real catch

Man, do I really feel sorry for him

Hopefully he doesn’t get too attached

Before he sees how hard it is to swim

I’d throw you back into any river

And you’re as gross as the rest in the sea

Far from the fridge you send me a shiver

When will you get that you don’t satisfy me

Yes, call me picky, but riddle me this:

What am I to do if I don’t like fish?

The Marks

To Denise Levertov

On the last day of school

I was playing in the field

Clawing divots and holes

In the soft ground with

My best friend at the time.

We rolled around play-fighting,

Wrestling in that same old place.

As the recess bell rang

I noticed for the first time

Odd marks on my hands

Splotches of brown

Coating my palms

The sun was down right on them

Like a parasite growing. Dark

The sharp lift of my nails

Double Half

Thought I knew what trouble had

The days hit me like

Filthy waves shoving at Long Beach

Those Symptoms are built deep

In the concrete

I mean, you have to laugh

Fear came with

Every feeling I had to catch

Muddy calves

Dark water

When I run the bubble bath

Damn

Cyclone

I think about everything going on

in my life

And how

Any breeze could take me with it

But for now

I’ll hold onto you

And if the wind

begins to swell again

Our bodies will form a helix

And bleed into the sky together