NEW MC FLASHCARD–CLOUT CHA$ER (feat. MC Mallory)
MC FLASHCARD NOW ON SOUNDCLOUD
I’ve been in the rap game for over a decade. I’m the dopest rapper in the D hall. I have 2 raps from this academic year up on SoundCloud. Dig it HERE.
now available in special collections
NIXES MATE REVIEW — NEW POEM UP
I’d like to thank Boston’s NIXES MATE REVIEW for publishing one of my new poems. See the original post here.
We Don’t Look at Each Other
We came to the edge of the forest
to practice the raising of our spirits.
We drove here in reliable vehicles.
We lined them up behind us.
A stealth bomber slides
across the sky. I imagine
how thermals feel up
its matte black wings.
I don’t tell the others.
One lady raises her open hands
to the damp particles
pumping towards us
from the forest.
She feels the spirit. It’s easy to see.
She jams her hands
back in her pockets
like the rest of us.
We’re strangers unkennelled
by irritable attention spans,
dehydrated generosities
and a swirling boredom
with the modern world.
Soon we’ll be splashing
gas on the skirt
of this great forest.
Each person will pour
all they’ve got.
There’s no sense hurrying
hydrocarbons.
The timer’s set.
The headlights at our backs
make it look
like a movie.
Our silhouettes
twitch on the silver
screen of the forest.
It’s this last bit of waiting
that burnishes our fear.
A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
PROJECT AGENT ORANGE-NEW POEM UP
I’m pleased to have a poem posted on PROJECT AGENT ORANGE: See the original post.
Arms Dislocated
A Poem by Tim Staley
I’ve read enough women poets to know
they bleed for life
and men bleed against it.
I buried the soldier in me
like a placenta that still
pulses underground.
Lynn Strongin says,
tough-minded poetry
will necessarily
be the most triumphant
in the end.
A mind isn’t tough at all,
it’s blown to shreds in a second.
HAPPY HOLLANDAISE SAUCE from Poet Staley
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
All I want for Christmas is a french kiss that lasts the rest of my life
All I want for Christmas is really a french kiss that lasts the rest of my life even when i’m sleeping, or grieving, or engaged in figuring out my taxes, or at the grocery store choosing avocados, pushing into them with my thumb, picking off the plug to see if they’re green inside
All I want for Christmas is my baby teeth in the place of my adult teeth because small, petite things are sexy
All I want for Christmas is to drop a hip hop album so gangsta they scrub all my cusses out
All I want for Christmas is to trade this guilty feeling of chicken bones poking through my intestines for anything else
All I want for Christmas is the Bible boiled down to a single SLAM poem, 3 minutes, no exceptions, no props, look me in the eye
All I want for Christmas is for love to feel the way it used to
All I want for Christmas is for sex to creep from the gutter like 3 tired, old raccoons
All I want for Christmas is for Martin Luther King to be celebrated
All I want for Christmas is the same Santa
All I want for Christmas are the lies to be true but never vice versa
All I want for Christmas is canned cranberry to be better than homemade
All I want for Christmas is this poem to reflect me and how I’m feeling, like really feeling, even though all I do is choose and follow the best I can
All I want for Christmas is to be smart, witty, acerbic, and adorable all in the first take like Lil Wayne in 10th grade
All I want for Christmas is my own prescription to anxiety pills so I can stop stealing my dog’s
All I want for Christmas is the ability to digest bad news and good news like a dog eats dog food
All I want for Christmas is Richard Branson to hug Southern New Mexico and not let go first
All I want for Christmas in terms of white dudes is Rip van Winkle and Mr. Clean
All I want for Christmas is for my internet to go down forever
All I want for Christmas is to be ok with it
All I want for Christmas won’t sit still
All I want for Christmas won’t come from the things adults do on film when they’re filming adult films
All I want for Christmas is to be there first like the hands of a clock
All I want for Christmas is dopamine, endorphin, serotonin, oxytocin, a shit-ton of it
All I want for Christmas—please, just one taste