An alumnus of Colgate University, Key is currently working at an environmental consulting firm in Baltimore, Maryland. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Full of Crow, Eunoia Review, and Sleet Magazine.
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Pretty sure my dishwater is broken again
Does anyone know where I can get one cheap?
What does it sound like?
Do the plates clash around or do they fill
With rotting fluids?
Maybe run it on one cycle after all
Famar Volat. I think.
Sorority sisters take vacations
And I am very excited to see Ford again, alone this time
Even my blind grandmother would have thrown a flag at that one
Move on man
Get a better job
Because “In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom!”
Yeah, a little outdated but you can still read his books here
For free tonight at 8pm in the old courtyard
Next to the arcade (Ford was here)
They’ll be square dancing:
Dude we were so hammered that night
Look at the girl passed out on the floor
I know her from somewhere…
Somewhere stones meet stones and fall unbruised
Across many time zones and video clips
I admit this made me laugh for hours in England
May he rest in peace, much too soon
It came to me unformed, an ancient gesture—
Some sepulcher of restaurant reviews
We bury Ford on Monday, donations taken here
And our thoughts
Yes our thoughts too
Moving across the globe today! Wish us good luck!
Break a keg Billy
Haha I guess those pictures are still up
Who’s to take them down?
I think “art is pun” or something I found
Like when life gives you lemons
Or some other iteration
I’m telling you I only like limes and said it first
We agree with your assumption completely and completely
Sympathize with your choice of outerwear!
Do those boots come in indigo?
Well it does get cold sometimes in San Diego and I have to…
Look at this cat and this cat and this cat has my same eyes
I want you to know this in case
You ever have to piece me back together
I miss you dearly – at Pub Dog Pizza and Drafthouse.
All electronic encryptions
Lose their beginnings—
Don’t think you could read this
Alone, or could hope to find me
Again, you could always rewind
And find me again—
The cane is in fashion again these days,
They say, we wear taqiyah on Tuesdays
And stroll about aimlessly—to a place
Where moments are traded as hyperlinks
And you can find each of me
On the same plane, hijacked (I am told)
It was all very democratic—
Don’t you see?
Or have my stitches dissolved in your nectar, the fractals of
memories and half-F thoughts
the veiled currency is used
everywhere the banker can get
away with anything these days—
And so can I—