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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Silver ribbon Assiniboinea sash for a city--a ceinture fléchéetied into the Red just off Highway 1 You leak into the topsoil...
Raise our bottles to the purple nightWe'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices.Shout the doors wide openfling the...
A shot fired across the decka weakened hull. A turning tide.Well, all our anchors hang on chainsand dangle off our changing minds.
I'm not...
Do you hate the way that our magnetized timesturn us all to metal shavings-- push and pull--charged eachday to fill up negative...
Befriended street lamps' static humTimed steps slashed through electric buzzFled from the dawn's grey stainchased night with anxious...