Lyrical lines of color dripping down: a chemical skyline.

Out by the park, I say, I’ve got your blood in me, and you look at me funny, like you are waiting for this to be another mediocre joke, and it is, somehow, but I don’t know the punchline yet. 

“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.

The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. 

If this album were a place, it would be a penny candy store: high fructose and courting an overdose. 

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

"Don't tuck your art in." Jamie Foxx

H-E-double hockey sticks

He’s called the rat king because of the actual rats  that hang from his shoulders like epaulets.

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

(The baptism.)

The first time I had sex
my hymen didn’t break
and you missed your bus

We wrote Mary Karr on
the margin of my arm
in pen

I washed around her
then let you lick

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.

The bank took the car but they didn't take my legs, so this morning I stole the neighbor kid's bike and pedaled into town. 

At dawn on Saturday, our powerlifting group arrived at the locker room to try on singlets.

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart (bonus points to the photo nerd who knows that quote!).

Nathan Pearce is our

Enemas blastin!

Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.

through the hole in / your Reeboks I contemplate our future.

First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request.  Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.  

Just This Morning

A New Jersey train derails and crushes the station.
I wake slow, make coffee on the other side of the country;
finish the cup while hundreds are rushed to crowded

Tampopo!