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A Poem Called Dairy Queen

Sometimes when you go to Dairy Queen to blunt a displeasure of the spirit, hoping to be entranced by the America of it all A Crew Member will make your Choco Brownie Extreme Blizzard with chocolate ice cream instead of vanilla and fuck it all up

Kwik Trip Liturgy

Large black coffee and a breakfast sandwich $20 on pump two, oh and a pack of Marlboro reds, please It's the same thing every day the cashier knows my name they smile, and say "See You Next Time" when I leave They say that to everyone I pretend it's just for me

Target Parking Lot or, The Longest 8 Seconds

Beneath the flickering red moon Plastic red broncs escape their bucking chutes Chased down by pick-up men I think they call them Team Members Bottle blonde in the back corner Belt buckle undone Riding bareback

Delta Connections dba SkyWest

a pale new sun eats the dawn wheels on tarmac, briefly Embraer E-175 floats on to foreign and exotic lands like Dulles International Airport

A Business Trip

Drinking armagnac and eating crème brûlée in the Ritz Carlton Tysons Corner Charge it to the company card I am the king of fools
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