Coffee Filter Broke so I Brewed my Brains Instead
Monday Night Raw and Guardians of the Galaxy and Joyce Manor and Comic Con panel cell-phone footage and fantasy football and Real Friends and TNA iMPACT and Ring of Honor and my dog and my broken phone and my hot office and my Sharknado office calendar and wash and fold on a Monday and beef jerky from upstate and Steve Jobs and Steve Globs and the marijuana industry.
There was a United Artists theater that closed and they put all the seats by the curb. Now I watch movies in authentic movie seats that I bolted to my floor and my back is always hurting.
There was a wash and fold that closed. They gave all their best customers wafers at Christmas time. Tins and tins and tins of wafers were in a dumpster by the curb. Nothing can eat chocolate without hurting other than people, just ask the stray dogs.
Adoption day and Modest Mouse and when will Game of Thrones be finished and another top-10 on the internet with any editing and spending all my money versus saving all my money. I want to have enough to do both.
Loving Before I Knew Anything About Love
We played Mastodon against muted Nintendo-
The breakdowns were green shells I shot
from Wario to Donkey Kong. Your hair spread
on my sheets as you counted how many
years is too many to be married. I told you
just enough if we hurry. A horror movie of
a suburb, with an Elm street and a lake,
was all we had waiting. I’ve got these
dreams where I’m stronger, and I break
apart Pangaea with a guitar riff and my
voice, both never stop getting louder.
And it’s a coincidence that the resulting
continents, countries and states have
our backyards touching instead of being
a 10-day vacation away. Coming-of-age
is a concept to make that phase okay.
If he can do it and sing about it, I can
probably do the same. And I think of
you flying through a thunderstorm or
boarding a train. Mirror Mode made
you dizzy, but we still beat the game.
I was tired of watching her carry
so much, so I lent my back to help-
And I never felt a thing so heavy
as the life she was living. My
legs were strong from running and
my back was straight from good
genes. “Let it go” she told once
we’d crossed, and I couldn’t
because it was too much for
just one of us. So we walked-
and pieces fell off on the side
of the road. Soon it was light
enough for us to stand up.
And she looked at the sun and
the sky and her green eyes met
dirty brown eyes - two thankful
spines seeing for the first time.
Just take my hand.
I’ll put the flashers on -
Yes I know it’s late
for pedestrians to walk
across The George
I’m already pulled over-
and the Civic barely
made it so let it count
for something. Thank
you for saving me and
for the last year, it’s been
the best one of my life.
You see all these cables,
all these lights? I used to
think of men building this-
You know 12 of them
died? I get romantic
about architecture- how
it exists for you and I,
even in the crowded
moments - this city is
crowded all the time.
This is where I first
felt… driving across
the lower level, not
sure if you remember.
You said you found it
amazing, in the face of
forever- which is just the
length of a playlist, we
get these moments
in love better than
any author can capture-
the 3am Hudson River
and how your wrist feels
after the lights go off in
a movie theater.
Hey! Ive gotten quite a few new followers in the last few days. I’m Nick! That’s Jack the dog (my rescue pup). We’re in the Poconos hanging out in nature and making silly faces at each other. I’m a writer from Queens, NY by way of my home in Northern New Jersey. You can check out my work at:
I’m heading to an early screening of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes tonight courtesy of my main Wednesday hookup, Midtown Comics.
Thanks for following the blog, liking the poems. My new book The Mega is currently in its second edit and I hope to have it in bookstores and online so so soon! So many exciting things to roll out with that book. Stay tuned!
Command and Conquer Red Alert 2
I spent all I ever had, every last coin.
This Red Alert 2 campaign had been paused
for three years while I decided how
the miniature war could keep going. And we
fight on for God and country and a kiss on
a Thursday that turns my face into the
weekend, swollen with sun and things I
can’t afford. When are you ever the winner?
So I was spinning, standing there in front
of a claw game designed to kill me. If I
could only hook the tag on Donkey Kong,
I would have gone home with someone.
Give me air-conditioning. Give me the fruit
pops that are nothing but syrup. Give me
brain freeze in hopes it dulls my personality.
And that’s how Memorial Day ended, with
me never getting over my decision to wear
Madras - should have stuck to cutoffs.
Should have kept fighting for that Thursday,
but I hit the space bar. There’s always a
small barrack ready to make me go to war.
Wet, Hot American Summer
I spent one wet, hot American summer
leaning against Blockbuster across
the street from Pilgrim Diner. Suburban
skies still catch fire and the melted soles
of my Airwalks are still on your driveway.
The night before she died she asked
if I partied down in The Queen City. I told
her exit 63 was twenty exits too far for me.
I drove her home. The next morning she
was gone - a packed bag strewn across
the road. You could hear the sirens from
the horror section, from my booth you
could see the smoke. I took a walk that
never ended, transparent with sweat.
They found me at Golden Palace Buffet,
eleven miles away tucked on Route 10.
There were no sidewalks the entire
way home as I let the dry air wash
me in dirt and every car horn.
You were a ledge, a couple molecules
left as the season changed again.
The Entitlement Problem
So - as some of you know, at a recent Pity Sex/Tiger’s Jaw show in Williamsburg, fans rushed the stage on two separate instances to try to kiss Britty Drake (Pity Sex) and Brianna Collins (Tiger’s Jaw). This, to me, is pretty disgusting, even more disheartening reading how offput and uncomfortable it made the two performers. I wrote an article for Thought Catalog about the incident here:
Thanks for reading it. It’s important.
You Know Nothing, Jon Snow.
Hey! - so I’m listening to Spotify (Real Friends at the moment) so let’s talk
About anything - writing, the world cup, poetry, books, publishing, adopting a dog, pop punk, new york city, pro rasslin, horror movies, comic books, whatever.
Thursday Spotify Fireside Chat.
two-dollar movie tuesday
Maybe it wouldn’t be perfect,
just nice enough to suffice
while we’re in your one-
bedroom listening to
David Comes to Life.
Woodstock roars around
us, just quiet enough
at night. You can hear the
2-dollar movie dialogue
if you place your ear just
right. Kill ourselves in
front of Smokes-4-Less
just to give meaning to
the time - I’ll let you
know who I want to
be as soon as I decide.
But for now we can stay
nothing, two nobodies on
a bench - me in my own
jersey and you in your
stained dress. I can wash
the night from my clothes,
but it never comes off my
hands. I’ve got a plan:
to drink for forty days
like in the liner notes.
Living a song that every-
body seems to know.