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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Dead-eyed through drenched daysspent seeping through blank spaceto spill another swollen week out on a crumpled page
I'm...
Push a day off to one sidedrink in the citrus street light lock arms with the night
Forty minutes, fifteen thoughts,a hundred...
It's damn obscene, these best-laid plans of mice, of boys, of knuckleballers-- world-weary one-trick cowards plotting courses...
It was colder weather, when I leftStill winter in the bottom drawerPhotographs and birthday cards-- humming hard, December streetlights ...
Buzzing brains. Familiar clots,I'll slur my way through second thoughtsblot out doubts with distilled friendships roll tonight...