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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Gertrude, Stradbrook, River and Roslyn,off of McMillan, my thoughts froze on OsborneA drive through the Village on slippery streetsBought...
Write these words on empty stomach unasked, I spilled my guts.You said, "My life's a joke and every choice a...
Nights spent with fingers crossedmake it hard to return textsbut the message I forgot?Whilst occupied with shit-talkand sliding 'cross...
UnderCloudy skies in a serpentine SpringtimeI'll cast dice in the alleys I know
I'll take time and I'll tally the facesand store 'em in my...
This town is famous for pretty faces, broken legs, and misplaced names--
A sentence penned,An Oxford comma dangling...