OUTSIDE – a found poem 


I have an issue going outside.

I just see myself getting tired.

A bright beautiful glaze of sunlight hitting my porch.

I step outside into my backyard. 

That’s as close to a public place as I can get. 

Nothing much to see. Dry, peed-on dirt. 

If I climbed out onto my roof, I’d experience a lot of different things.

Sunlight, for one. Very tall but dead palm trees. 

A desert meant to goof around in. 

Dirt needing to be played with.

Small families of quail, 

groups of 6, running through the desert. 

Meows of newborn cats crying for attention.

Middle age men doing yoga in the dog grass with weights.

Weight has no purpose—

Then the trampoline of broken dreams.

A Police officer conducting an investigation.

Black pavement. 

Goats inside a chain link fence.

Three dark shadows on the grey tile.

Drive by shooting victim.

House being robbed.

Man on oxygen. 

Red roadrunner on a moving trailer. 

The snails are cute

Salt salt salt.

More importantly, I’d see a curve.

A point, where the sky and dirt meet, 

and neither wins.

The sun sits in the center of the sky just staring. 

The sun is quite rude in my opinion. 

My intention is to look up at the shining sun 

and be blinded for a second 

or become one with it.

I finally saw who I got my attitude from

Hint hint it’s my dad…And as I come back around 

I see A pig hanging by the neck from a tree,

Dad’s big red truck parked further back in the yard. 

So many sculptures. 

I see myself in the door window again, 

I see the yard behind me, 

and I remember the days before with my friends.

I see the spider expanding her spiderweb 

between the legs of the grill. 

Wind swirls around me,

A Tiny dog hides in the bushes

under the giant pecan tree, 

roots creeping from the ground 

like the kraken attacks an enormous wooden ship 

and drags it under The grass that’s been freshly lawned. 

No cop / No stop

Tia wants to plant some grass knowing it won’t last. 

1 by 1 people become the ground.

Nature is happy at the absence of man. 

Animals walk the paths joggers used to run. 

Nature deserves this win. My intention is to adventure like the animals do 

when they leave the cage

listening to country music or their favorite corridos. 

My intention is feed the animals so they don’t try to kill me.

As the sun sets i can taste the clouds 

browner than crap 

throwing punches at me…… hitting me directly.

It’s terrifying and peaceful to walk around at night 

and the loudest thing is your own heart beating 

and the thoughts in your head

like a tornado blew through. 

Who taught you

to unlove yourself

so sweetly.

Am I happy or sad, no, I feel free a little longer, 

but it’s gross, the hovering moth. 

Blue breeze comes from under the pink dragon 

on the back of my kimono. 

I see stars, wait, is that a fire in the distance?




INSIDE – A Found Poem


This couch has a permanent ass print on it.

A doorway that goes to a magical place 

called the bathroom. 

My mom’s vacuum 

that has been sitting since after we used it 

to clean the confetti embedded in the carpet after Easter.

All the toys around the room are scattered like flailing fish.

Wow, look! It’s my cap and gown! 

My head twisting three sixty

just saw my snapchat 

someone’s selling weed for sixty.

A lavender plant is high on vinegar. 

The next living room is occupied by my grandmother 

watching her favorite christmas movies over and over.

My grandmother’s ashes sitting alone.

Mother’s religious crosses, big as the wall.

As I turn to my left, I’m greeted by my PS4, 

my only form of social contact. 

You avoid the actual problems. 

That is if you can count 10 year olds 

screaming into their mic because they lost a game.

I yell every time a motherfucker kills me in Call of Duty. 

Seasons pass like menstrual cycles 

with a staircase leading nowhere stuck in between. 

TV overheating having seen thousands of movies 

and wayyyyy more youtube videos 

because after i fall asleep 

it just cranks those things out 

like the engine cranks the pistons. 

A messy bed i lay in for 20 hours a day.

 I see a backpack hanged. 

A closet that looks like a faucet. 

It feels as if i’m a rock that has been tossed into the ocean 

of my own house.

A man in torn clothing 

stumbled out of one of the facility’s testing rooms, screaming. 

My intention is to stop being a slave for this house. 

I stay secluded with my own actions. Let’s move on.

Doors everywhere, Specifically two.

One leads you to the outside world,

And the other leads to a smaller one. 

I’m brave enough to open them

There’s white butterflies all around

Flying in a green meadow 

cast over by an endless blue sky 

at the end of the coffee table. 

I open the red door,

It’s my mom’s room again, but this time more familiar

With red curtains,

The curtains—

I say my goodbyes to the lion, robot, and vacuum.

I step through the door-

hear fingers hitting keys—

Light and dark piano with its black and white keys—

Shoes hitting the floor in a slow rhythm

You start to feel the cool breeze 

coming from the blades on the ceiling. 

All these Christmas lights, still shining.

Puzzle pieces scattered everywhere. 

Parents walk in then leave. 

It feels like I’m alone and no one’s ever not busy. 

A signed jersey by Jj Watt in a frame. Dusty cords on the floor.

A strong loving feeling with a newborn boy sleeping next to me.

Then back to the TV with Johnny, Moira, David, 

and Alexis Rose, and Back to Computer Screen One.

Two. Then Three On top of a foldable Table.