there it is, the seed of fear
I use to convey shock
and disbelief to the cheap seats
our violent pas de deux
winds down so I run
to the corner and climb
knees buckling
the outcome is predetermined
but the nerves are always real
I point my good elbow to the rafters
and smack it like an old TV
drop, pin, win
just like we rehearsed
I drape myself across the ropes
like a freshly laundered bed sheet
and from the canvas I feel your smile
peer through the hair matted on your face


AUTOPLAY [mindless] 

all I have to do
is nudge the first domino
and let the computer fairies
handle the rest; only the hits
a cat with a meow like a foghorn
into the music video for "Sabotage"
into Gary Carter jumping
into Jesse Orosco's arms
into a supercut of every last out
of every World Series
of every year I've been alive
a string of climaxes
balls and bats, pornographic
and next thing I know
there's Gatorade in my eyes
there's champagne on my dick and
there's three hours I cannot account for


this one is a little longer so off to Pastebin we go; CW for gross imagery involving wild animals


this is the dad-jokiest thing I've ever written.

PYRAMID [build] 

there's a pyramid in my lungs
with a base of chocolate and limestone
grouted with air-dried Big League Chew
each layer of brick and sandstone
etched with the ephemera of the days
weather patterns and box scores
jokes about the foreman
and every time I cough
the configurations of the bricks change
and the structure now lays on
a bed of feed and hay
but ever present at the tippy top
is a lava rock ever burning
ever shifting
warming whatever building materials lay below
radiating all

the subtitle for this one is "Fast, Automatic Writing During My Lunch Break"

BIG JOHN [husky] 

here is a poem about a good boy

THE ART OF ATTENTION [enchantment] 

we are here to enchant
enrapture and entertain
to fleece in good faith
and through the power of persuasion
suggest they part with
whatever is lining the bottom
of their purses and pockets
make their few seconds in our orbit
worth their while, as well as ours
live the gimmick, sell it like there's a hanging garden hidden in your nostrils
they can feel the transcendental
hover just above their tongue
so that cajon case stays a wishing well
just a while longer

TINY BONES [frail] [cw: blood] 

I don't take things with tiny bones lightly
because chances are at the end
of those bones are knuckles
and talons and claws
muscles the size of eyeglass screws
powering jaws that can carve
through a thumb and tap blood
streaming like sap on a warm March day
hisses and wails and spits
like a hot water heater on its last legs
mechanisms to respect
fear is no good against teeth
that can gnash a steady hand
the only currency they trade in
is a soft pulsing reverence


okay, I'm taking my mulligan here, this is a poem about a minor league pitcher from the 60s

OFF THE AIR [pattern] 

but no, I stare at the pixelated fractals
until all I recall is a smear of noise
they don't even bother having
test patterns anymore
every second is crammed tight
and bracketed out
I can see every suboptimal decision
I've made reflected in the hollow ring
of an empty viewership
ASMR for the old and busted
yet the parade persists
until every iteration of quietude
is quashed, and unoccupied moments
recede further into an imagined past
and there's never not noise

PANCAKES [snow] [cw: food] 

these are the saddest
god damn pancakes
I have ever seen
batter splayed in a splat pattern
with rumpled buttermilk skin
a skidmark of where spatula
met quote non-stick surface
table syrup because
the good shit is out of season
powdered sugar sprinkled
like an intermittent snow
the whole mess served
with a Diet Coke and a kiss
I tuck into the starchy mounds
with the fervour of a green lumberjack
and they are so fucking fluffy
and my day has been made
a few hours in

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

scalp like a dragon's scalp
hair sprawling like cables from
the back of a server rack
psoriatic mountain ranges
peeking from the shirt collar
a thatched roof of teeth
and a stairstep nose from
a stint in Brazilian jiu jitsu
at a dojo in a strip mall
he beams like a sun god
with talismanic eyes
and a jaw that could drill for oil
he's got clawmarks on his knuckles
his ex-sensei would say
he don't have an ounce of quit in him
and why would he
the dead don't look in the mirror

SMOKIN' [ash] 

my old man lived in smoke
the exhaust of the mines
the darts in the glovebox
in a feat of dexterity that
perplexed me as a kid
he'd ash his cig against
the cracked-open window
while doing 90 on the backroads
the world's worst-smelling magic trick
the dash coated in dirt and ash
his Firebird a miniature Pompeii
a record of habits good and bad
I was scared the embers
would engulf the car
like they did the house
and make all I had in this world
smell like a spent pack of duMauriers

MOSS [overgrown] 

yeah this is a recycled shortie from this June, but I like it, and it fits the theme, so there

DREAM #2 [legend] [cw: violence, gore, just nasty horror movie shit] 

you know how sometimes your dreams take a turn? well, this is one of those


if you swapped out the palm trees
outside the 7-Eleven in La Jolla
where work is keeping you pinned
to the arid swirling air

for the tumbling and crunching
of maple and willow in
my eighth of an acre of wild
well past the markers of nowhere

we'd still end up facing the same direction
standing under still fireworks
puppeteered by twin winds
under the same wide blue sky


a poet in Montreal writing about a church? you don't say


this one actually needed a second go with the spell check in a bad way, it's cleaned up now lmao

THE SCRAP HEAP [misfit] 

off to the scrap heap I go
to find the syllables that slot together
like the limbs of an aluminum curtain rod
making the misfits fit, rummaging through
buckets of screws for those I can polish
into dime-store copper or ersatz brass
poetry doesn't beg for smooth surfaces
the allure of a large knot in a piece of plywood
or the oxydated tin where the roofing nails live
a long-empty jackdaw nest gathering dust
or an oil-smeared hacksaw hidden in the corner

THE ACE [sling] 

poor bastard had his arm in a sling
after a botched elbow drop
off his stepdad's roof onto a disused mattress
coils springing out like stray nose hairs
but as his cousin said outside the clinic
"you only need one arm to pitch, Dutch"
even hurt he was the neighbourhood ace
he made a show off fastening the arm with the bad shoulder
to his torso with a belt he stole from the master bedroom
his sliders still danced like function graphs
on the screen of his scientific calculator


between breaths I hear moose
snowshoeing across the lake
they know that I no longer shoot
I take the three-wheeler to the general store
once a week for my recommended
dosage of interpersonal interaction
winter's waif I inhale canopy and exhale fog
my tongue is frozen on the last couple
utterances I made back when I didn't
tell time with the sun and moon
I can't lay claim to those sounds anymore
all that's left are the tire treads
and soon the snow will take those too


it wallops me like a sockfull of pool balls
I can't see it but I can smell it
locked in like an old bloodhound
it smells like a handyman's Saturday
as summer's getting it's sea legs
all lawn clippings and sawdust
enhance! dried sweat caking shin guards
and skates relegated to the garage
a treasure trove of musty old pornos
the dots of memory coalesce into a name
"Claudia Jennings, from Fast Company"
flabbergastment and disbelief
"how even do you know this shit bud"

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I'm gonna take this one down because I'm gonna submit it to a poetry contest, get it while it's hot


@derek Derek this is so good!!


@checkervest Thanks Alex! I'm really glad you dig it


@derek this is excellent! i'd think about doing a reading of it with extra redneck sauce, if only i didn't cringe so hard to hear my voice from outside my head


@alexis Thank you for that. I'm thrilled that you'd even consider doing a reading.

PYRAMID [build] 

@derek DEREK this rules

PYRAMID [build] 

@kioskwitch aw dang Molly thanks, I'm just out here trying to map out my imagination

THE ART OF ATTENTION [enchantment] 

@derek dang derek

THE ART OF ATTENTION [enchantment] 

@kioskwitch what can I say Molly, I love puttin' words together

THE ART OF ATTENTION [enchantment] 

@derek and it shows! They're good strings of words

THE ART OF ATTENTION [enchantment] 

@kioskwitch :drake_like: Thanks Molly~

THE ACE [sling] 

@derek holy fuck derek I adore this one!! I kept smiling throughout

THE ACE [sling] 

@kioskwitch I'm thrilled to hear that, thank you!

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@derek holy shit derek

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@kioskwitch Glad you like it Molly!

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@derek Derek!!! Goddamn this is good

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@checkervest Thanks, Alex!

Dang I'm having a blast writing these.

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@derek I can tell!! They’re joyful and good and fun to read and the last part of this one knocked me flat. You’ve got such a gift for it

THE BEFORE [dragon] 

@checkervest Thank you for saying that Alex, that means a lot to me

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