Two Poems
by KKUURRTT
Thank Fuck for My Outdoor Space
250sq feet / semi-private outdoor shaded
fenced-in with plush $800 chairs (stolen)
stone tiles / hexagons and pentagons yeah
I used to count the shapes on my ceiling
sunshine shining / dog smiles, panting
under the heat living the american goddamn
dog dream while I hide in the shade and
bikes take up too much space anyway
palm trees sway / parrots hang out too
reading a book I don’t even enjoy / vibing
yeah / shameful to ask for anything more.
Oh shit, this breeze rules too.
Inside Lauren works / hunched over a laptop
making $$$ for the both of us / crying about it
only sorta though / sometimes / her jobless dreg
of a husband lazes in the beautiful outdoor space
he couldn’t afford on his own / third person
corners collecting dust / trash overflowing
haven’t showered in days / counting tiles 23, 24, 25
put my ass to work, c’mon, I’m begging please
too busy lounging / pretending i’m a writer
Nothing Nothing Nothing
I wish I had something
something something
to show for this day
wide open space,
eternal void but
can’t seem to
get beyond
possibility
of it all
anything
everything
this endless
incompleteness
There is clearly so
much possible at all
moments and yet I can’t
seem to make anything of it.
KKUURRTT is glad you read his thing. He can be found on twitter at @wwwkurtcom. His book GOOD AT DRUGS is forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press.
