blue jeans poem

life seems to me
an extremely random and temporary situation
that is there to do whatever with

i am excited to change into my blue jeans 
and drink malt liquor at the park with you

cheese poem

i have stood idly in front of open fridges
in very small apartments
very late at night 
thinking terrible thoughts about tomorrows
while eating shredded cheese straight from the bag

acid poem

when i took acid at the canyon
i imagined myself jumping off the canyon 
into the canyon

but i didn’t do that