Riverbank Graffiti

A slightly asynchronous collection of poems about youth and growing up.

Final Tour

Yank myself out of bed Peel the film of sleep from 'round my head It's 4:00 AM And all the world is dead. It's 4:00 AM and all the world is dead...
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Middle Ground?

It is said That nature abhors a vacuum. A more accurate statement: "Nature abhors the different." Observe: Nature is substance. Vacuum is nothing...

Ode to the American Teenager

Take the plunge. Rip yourself from the warm water. Slide, ease yourself out of complacency. Tear across the empty desert highway. Find ye your...
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Origin

I was born into the latter days Of the Electronic Invasion. A part of the last generation To learn how to (correctly) play outside. We rode the crest...

Strings in the Soul

It begins with the spark; That kindling to creativity, That pilot light That burns within the human heart. Sometimes it is snuffed down To a dull...

Sex

We are sexual creatures. Denial of this fact Will lead only to an insurmountable struggle. Not unlike a dam Battling the perpetual current. It is the...
Cherry

Ripped

Innocence Is a veil that is meant to be cast off A soft pelt Meant to be flayed. Warm sand Meant to be scattered Underfoot. How quickly the membrane...

Hit-Drop

Breathe in the smog And receive clarity. Let it fill your head With ever-expanding Hazy enlightenment. Wash it down with a sugarcube. Plastered...

Friends

We spin a web In our time on Earth. Every meeting, every contact A thread. Many, many threads will be broken Regardless of their age Or strength...
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Cherry

Spring in Snow

It is in the midst of cruel December That cynicism springs forth Lush, verdant and fruitful. As people sit Firmly fastened in front of computers and...

Summer

It is the calendar's Holy Trinity That draws forth the adventurer. With the reclined days And clingy heat Comes the brave explorer. Thus begins the...

The Protest

The human being is an inherently contentious creature. Seven billion rock-wall eyes; Eyes staring belligerently down seven billion sharp noses; Noses...

Elegy To the Worker

The bricks of the human world are dying. Others are being born as we speak, But others still are dying And the world is dying and changing with them...
Gold cherry

Banned Books

The libraries and bookstores of the world Are stocked with pleasantries: Prim, proper, peach juice-oozing volumes That made the grade. These books...
Cherry

Rust

Around my white vinyl house Is scattered an assortment of mills: Motley brick bones With salted bloody cement cartilage And cracked, uninhabited eyes...

Centralian

The soil is boiling. Noxious fumes rise from fissures. Ice cubes and air-fresheners Are thrown down from the mansion windows And we are expected to...