Posted in Parker Tettleton on June 29, 2010| Leave a Comment »
By Parker Tettleton
Philip Seymour Hoffman
wants you to know it’s more
fun not knowing it’s going
to be ok, wants his nuts in
your sundae because sugar
will fuck you up, won’t sleep
with your wife every other
day again ever, will text
upon arrival, beat the kids
to the table, make sure
dinner’s run over under
a bed of salt and pepper.
Posted in Parker Tettleton on April 15, 2010| Leave a Comment »
By Parker Tettleton
It’s late it’s early love you
fuck me the difference is
in the garage boxes sit
behind me in the trunk
like passengers beside me
like pedestrians in front
of me I choose our direction
what stays what comes what
is what and how did I end up
in the garage in the first place
in the first place I love you
or did or didn’t or still do or
still don’t still listen to this
engine doesn’t it remind you
of something?
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Clutching at Straws 