Poems from Kyle Kulseth
My name's Kyle. I love punk rock, improv, comedy, baseball, board games, boozing and carousing with good friends, aaaand uuuuh...you, why not? I write ornery bummer poetry, because I am an ornery bummer.
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Past closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps...
Woke up in a dream under asphalt treessoaked in the sap of the sweltering citywearing these old rat rags and sneering at the...
A day recedes, I'll chase down one more nightA lamed and hobbling Spring tries to outrun the tideof all the misspent monthsand all...
Oneida says she's out of timefor mining lies from crooked mindsand spending nights beneath strange blanketsstreet-to-street, tab at a...
Shops close while a storm front is moving inand my eyes adjust to night.Last fool who's out walkingand I guess I dressed a little...