Suppose disintegrating into the soil is the best next place to be, surrounded by dirt and its worms chomping through. It's more there to me than it is to a student of suits. Yet in an encompassed environment, stemming wood from its fruit, we go laughing and brimming all cute. Still disguise yourself, child. The … Continue reading I Am a Patchwork Quilt
1. Interestingly, as the year begins to turn over, and winter is beginning its five-month grip on the weather, I am in no more trouble than I could be. My mood is beginning to waiver, yes-- I have to better watch my temperament. My shoulders ache, hunched against the wind cold and biting. My hands … Continue reading Balderdash
Hi, hello. This is Michael. The Supposed So. M.C. Guire. I've got too many names. Regardless, I'm coming at you in a different sort of way, because I don't usually write in this manner, sort of conversationally, or whatever, unless I'm writing long-form fiction, and I haven't been doing that so this part of my … Continue reading What Belongs in the Future Runs Off With the Past
It is tempting to be partial to a wicked nation, elated as a worshiper of tilted things. I cover up the margins with a splendid partner who aches for glinted wings. Forever tossing between lightness and weight, plunged through painted waterfalls, my armor slips off my body and I am prodded. I am stuck. So, … Continue reading It Is Tempting
It's in the space between the notes that you go caulking up. I fear it is the only thing you truly know to do. You fill in every nook and cranny. The air is trapped inside. Be careful as you do your thing. The whole thing could implode. And yet, there is a fire in … Continue reading Caulk
When it rains, I can hear children cry when can we go outside and play? When it rains, I see the shipyard's masts gone from their aching sails. When it rains, there are mudslides, but not where I'm from. Where I'm from, the fields go thick with ponds, spreading. When it rains, the bales of … Continue reading Summer In the City, Now
So this is a marriage! Lightness and darkness intertwined with caustic wit, erasing all that dangles by a golden thread. So easy what is thine to duck into a world of mimes never singing at all or even nodding along in time. So this is October! Leaves slipped from once-green canopies drifting down from their … Continue reading Autumnal
It is irritating to recall my hometown. Like a cause and effect puzzle-- Where were you when, and then What happened? Rural Ohio isn't much to discuss. It is open fields of soy and sod, It is gamesmanship with guns. It is a small child, Who looks younger than his age, Learning to shave at … Continue reading Rural
Out July 12, 2019 This album was born on the streets of Queens. I've been in New York for only two and a half years, and already I am a changed person. Am I a New Yorker? I dunno. Probably not. But this is a New York record. It's about aging, I guess. But aging … Continue reading Listen With Headphones, Between The Notes
When you turn to me, I sense a draft upon the acres. I see a fragrant mirror across the lake. When you turn to me, there is a structure. I can't begin to glance its shape. When you turn to me, my eyes go drifting, Sifting through the rakes. And when you turn to me, … Continue reading When You Turn To Me
When it rains, I can hear children cry out Wondering when they can go outside and play. When it rains, I see the shipyard's masts Gone from their aching sails. When it rains, there are mudslides, But not where I'm from. Where I'm from, the fields go thick with ponds, spreading. When it rains, the … Continue reading When It Rains
It makes me sad to look up at the crest of a building and see washed out names. Like the tug of the past is only too faint to make out. Squint if you can at that worn lettering, and imagine a past with glamour and bombast. Was it a ballroom? A jazz club? A … Continue reading First Lines II
