Here Are My Foxes

As long as people can’t marry whoever they want, as long as a woman can’t take her shirt off in public, as long as people are thrown in prison for using the wrong type of drug, you should not respect the law. These issues are not gray, they are black and white. We are the most powerful nation in the world, yet we lock up more of our own than any dictatorship ever has. As a citizen, the law should only be referenced for its potential consequence, never its moral implications.

You know, there was a time once when legislators tried to pass laws that made it illegal to lynch black people in the streets. Those laws were filibustered many, many times.

I’m a terrible boyfriend.

For some reason I just remembered how many girls were trying to s my d last night at the bar. Huh.

It’s scary to think that I’m more affable when I’m poisoned.

But I’m cool with it.

Fuck I want a cigarette. So many excuses to go buy a pack, but fuck every one of them.

Until I get wasted again.

The way television portrays us versus who we actually are. I really think this is why everyone is so fucked up.

When I was fifteen, I created a perpetual motion device out of capillaries and magnets. It failed not because of the concept, but the magnetic filaments would pool and collect into one lump at the bottom.

See: it’s the small things that destroy.

Breaking the rules of the universe may be possible, but like you and I, it’s the small things that tumble and break.

Every time a young person tells me he’s an atheist, it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Perhaps it’s an awkward twitch caused by a perceivably taboo subject, but it’s the same twitch a guy gets when he’s telling a lie.

I don’t know about you guys, but 18 years (regardless your background) is not enough time to determine the answer to the question is there a God?

Frankly, I don’t even really think you understand the question. Maybe you’re more enlightened than me, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give an answer.

I’ve typed out 350 poems since 2010. Only twenty of those have a title that starts with “you.” It’s kind of its own poem, really.

you and i
you are 85%
you can say i love this
you cheated on him, 2006
you don’t know me
you have to change
you knew better
you left, you weren’t there
you owe me
you say you love me
you’re wrong