COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
What is Anarchy?
Writer's Block Ain't Real
with or without you.
All the movies I watched this week:
- Lightyear
- Jumanji (2017)
- Top Gun
- Bob and the Monster
- The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
- Top Gun Maverick
ubi sunt
poem
Dreams are more important than the wind
but the shoes were still there.
galvanized myself
Bone Music
Don't Be a Dildo
Reading this.
Just knock it off.
Pick up the phone.
Call me.
Let's laugh.
And get back on track.
I will lift you up.
In the ways you need.
Happily so.
It's weird.
I took your profile pic.
But can't see your profile.
Haha, I gave you the name.
I cherish you just the same.
And I want you in my life.
In any way, shape, or form.
The title of this "poem".
Is an inside joke.
Only one person gets.
The only person.
Who reads this shit.
The only person.
I still can't stop thinking about.
I just had to tell another woman.
Why I can't love her.
It's because of you.
It's true.
Now, stop being a dirty dildo.
And call me.
Poem
The Common Denominator Of Existence Is Loss
human hand bones, stretched and pulled
around audiotape of the earliest audio recording of time,
Hahaha Hyena
The sense of awe is a kind of reverence.
All My Arms
as I clutch contempt
for those that don’t know what they have.
Even if it is grey,
or gone.
I carry myself, small,
singing pig-bone cellos
about why
sixteen avenues,
all directions—
drawn and quartered.
My self-awareness is a sin,
my self-awareness is an automatic bone
in the throat of something on the verge
of being something cold and beautiful.
If I knew what to expect,
I could catch it
in all of my arms.
than the weight of not knowing what I have.
Imagine me,
taught by tragedy.
poetry is pornography for the soul.
If I can lift my eyes
to the sky,
lift all my arms
to the ground.
Vanity leaves you sleepless;
it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy
to an otherwise undetermined life.
everything.
a pandemic.
school shootings.
the climate crisis.
looming recession.
women's rights.
the collapse of democracies and the existing world order—
the response that many have to all of this
is to crawl inside a safer space, to find refuge from the chaos.
the world is teeming with threats
to our physical, psychological, and emotional well-being,
and in order to feel safe and secure,
we’ve had to get a bit more resourceful than usual.
enter dissociation.
the response at the root of so much trauma.
whenever human history darkens,
this impulse—to obscure meaning,
to flatten affect, to don expressive masks—emerges.
chaos erupts.
entropy spreads.
mistrust multiplies.
there’s some occult math at work:
overturn enough treasured assumptions
at a proper velocity, and we will begin
to doubt even our most basic impulses.
if the current situation is a verdict
on humanity’s ability to interpret reality,
maybe our interpretation was the problem all along.
maybe there is virtue in remaining inscrutable.
it's all gonna be a bit bittersweet forever, innit?
Poem
I wanna date a musician
I hate that she used the term "level up"
I wish I had the confidence of Axel Foley
eBay sNeakers
Our Proud Local Mohel
Welcome to Smokescreen Season
in a heavy world…
Our strategy of ignoring real problems
and fighting fake ones does not seem to be working.
Let me be extremely clear,
this decision is not about
pro-life vs pro-choice
or religious vs non-religious.
This is about dividing and conquering.
They want us to fight and divide
so they can conquer.
It’d be easy to fix America
but you’d have to piss off
a lot of stupid people
Scheduling a group hug
in Brooklyn tomorrow at 4:00 pm.
We need it.