Memory Tree

if you come back, everything will dissolve at once, and how should i hang static in the approaching summertime? sleepwalking, 3 a.m. another ageless migration my memory runs still like watercolor rock paper swords and liquid airplanes the trippest discovery that ‘someday’ tastes a little like dime store pop just adventuresome you and so much [...]

Open, Safari

i’ll take you now while the lights are out and our bodies are loose like birds on a hunt for simple treasure where i think we could be happy sitting on pavement and dining under a crooked tree this hour, our hands clasped on a river, sand on your face, and the summer motif of [...]

On Being a Novice

When I first started this blog in April 2017 I was not a poet. All of my activity on The Used Life was centered on posts like this one: those with a decidedly philosophical bent aimed at exploring the nuances of human creativity and the art of living. It wasn’t until later—sometime in early 2018—that [...]

Punk Run

: all about the god flesh a dark piece of matter and the impression of a soft liberation beyond the apparitions of shattered ceilings and paper planes (the cool wealth is rearranged) chiseled apparatus of our childhood dreams, the vogue of impossible endings it’s a secret authentic as bone marrow for the TV gods and [...]

Banshee Blues

you can tell a woman by the way she deals with the devil small like a plastic hurricane the way she ups and rolls and jives with the punches soft penance rescued from the fists of destiny like mud on the water ambitious voodoo once in a blue moon daylight’s the only crime she never [...]

Satellite Rhythm

from here cue the sounds of nature : thunderstorm, wren, mid air, the peaceful rejection of rains on a river a lone, untrampled thought like a cloudburst on a sudden Tuesday dull sky : forest white-eyed halo, a field of angels with mud on their backs holy junkyard trinity (says the man from a homesick [...]