White Lake—Not Drawn to Scale
You still can’t sleep. Maybe it’s too comfortable; too much like staying at a relative’s house, a relative that you don’t really like who doesn’t know that.
White Lake—Not Drawn to Scale NOÖ Journal
Satan Is Real
I thought of it then, how there was no sadness / at the service, the chubby crying aunts / you only know as chubby crying aunts.
Satan Is Real Killing the Buddha
The dogs are in the enclosed pool area. Garage side door is open.
On the day they found you, Disneyland / shut down It’s a Small World, / but only the music and the lights. People / watched, stunned, the doll children dance / to the hum of their own motors / and splashing water, lit only / by the faint, red exit sign.
The dogs are in the enclosed pool area. Garage side door is open. Sorry for Snake
Notes Taken in Research for a Poem About Ms. Pac-Man
It wasn’t even a real Namco game, I learn / from Googling. It was a bootleg. A better, tougher Pac-Man, / made by hackers. Instead of suing, Namco bought the rights.
Notes Taken in Research for a Poem About Ms. Pac-Man DIAGRAM
Summer of the Pterodactyl
In 1982, Midway Games released Joust and I turned one. It’s 97 kilobytes, / far smaller than one of those floppy disks that didn’t exist yet / and don’t exist anymore.