Leave it to me to be blathering on.
Your advantage, though who needs a record
Of any of this anymore. I can’t
Read my own mind, let alone yours, far-off
Far-out blue fantasy, um, galaxy
Away. I hear the ding of the doorbell
Pulled from its white plug way back in the year
1999, a year some others
Remember with much more clarity &
Fondness than I. I tend to remember
I wrapped my nipples in cheap cellophane.
I could not let you witness what I was
Becoming—part aardvark, part back-up third
Baseman, one-part optical illusion
Covered in soot. This was before I knew
You but also before I did lose you.
You can call me a project-oriented poet. A big beam of obsession & confusion & delight shines down & I'm hooked for a bit. My two full-length collections of poems are WHAT IS WHO (my self-published MFA thesis at the Michener Center For Writers, 2018) & More Wreck More Wreck (published by Coconut Books in 2014). My most recently-released poem-project is FUTURE BARN, available for FREE both in PDF & audio form.
I'll post new poems every Friday from my forthcoming collection, I ONCE WAS SOMEONE ELSE & OFTEN STILL AM. I'd be honored if you gave it a read, a possible share. Thanks!