The thesis · no. 18 — “Made Real”
Real
is what
you can
lose.
Fifty-one poems that refuse eternity for the real. Confessional, visceral, aphoristic — love written as something violent and tender in the same breath.
Love is violent! And unsure. And sure!
It grabs you by the lips and pulls you into the unknown.
It grabs you by the lips and pulls you into the unknown.
Power and humiliation — two sides of one coin
A king and jester
“Well now I’ve donned my bone crown. Pieces of you. Her. My teeth. Knuckles.”
№ 04
From the collection
“Golden Boy and
the Good Daughter”
Read time
00 : 18
Violence
Love is violent! And unsure. And sure!
It’s peace. It’s not a calculation or weights and measures.
It’s a hopelessness.
It grabs you by the lips and pulls you into the unknown.
Happily! Avoid at all costs!
The Collection
Golden Boy and the Good Daughter
The Bird Who Preferred to Walk
A Guide for Dying
The Gallery
Paintings & Drawings
Leave your
name.
New poems, new paintings, and the slow assembly of the next book — for the few who ask.
est. Los Angelespoet · artist · King of the Hobos