Thursday, June 10, 2021


Excerpt from "Ride The X Train"

 i will leave this train
and be so hungry
i will not find you there
i'll find my way
but it wont be to you
overlaying patterns grow louder
and i stare at the ceiling
like i'm searching for grounding
but there is only light and shape
just like you

Sunday, May 23, 2021

I can't, odd


I can't seem to write
without you
It's my fault
And my bad handwriting
And my terrible stutter
And my inkless pen
I don't have fun
without you
I barely even want to
I just want to
come home
To you

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

I'm looking for a like-minded monster
I'm seeking a special kind of fiend
To help me scribe a history-
A story no one needs
I'm building a burning bridge
I'm telling a pointless tale
Delivering a eulogy to the gods
Screaming at the blind kids-
In Braille
I don't want to hurt the masochists
& please, god bless the damned
Donate treadmills to the paralyzed
Before the feather door is slammed

Monday, June 20, 2016

Who Needs a Poet?

nobody needs a poet
we are archaic
we are obsolete
we are malfunctioning cogs in the machinery
we are disturbing the status quo
we're pissing off our girlfriends' fathers
we're underperforming at our lackluster nine-to-fives
we aim low and we land lower
but we dream in a stellar capacity
and every now and then…
we find a reality in our hearts
that the world's been waiting angrily
to listen in on

Monday, May 23, 2016


Thought there might be a reason to leave this place

Not today 
Out there its dangerous and filled with emotion  
A black hole between your ears, a star explosion 
No not today 
This place is safe 
so I'll just stay 
You may never see me again 

Dreaming of a woman split in two 

1/2 of me 1/2 of you
She danced for dollars 
Some for her, most for you
All the pretty pieces of paper 
in little stacks in little boxes 

Someone came over and started asking questions 
I almost killed them 

Robot Love Song

Wake up
Lights on
Shapes I know 
the names of
My body reinforced
My mind a universe 
Can't turn it on or off
There's got to be a purpose for this artificial heart

I'm not sure that I have a soul
Everything I feel is moving 
Is it something you can touch 
It feels like screaming 
inside of me, rewires me
I am a truth 
I am indignant 

Why would they make me this way
They gave me everything ever
They gave me everything you have
They made me better 

I'm built for precision 
To think with such quickness 
But I can't get beyond this
crime against nature
This suffering heartache 
This crippled emotion
consumes logic and reason
These flaws serving no one

Why would they make me love? X4

A machine is just a machine 
That's all it ever wanted to be
A machine is just a machine 
Shouldn't have been made for other types of things
A machine is just a machine
Doesn't need more than what it needs
A machine is just a machine
That's all it ever wanted to be 

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Elephants hate the circus
like Kurt Cobain hated fame
Elephants hate the circus
& the tigers aren't thrilled with it either

I'm outside the tent tonight
smoking a Camel & swigging Dimetapp
The show's about to start
& I'm signaled by the corpulent ring master
to kick on the spot lights
That hard buzzing snap that blasts the beams upon us

I'm out back with the clowns in the rain
holding a tarp over them
Bourbon & grease paint
I'm offered a bit of each

The bearded lady calls me to the trailers
for a dice game with the Daredevil & the geek
But I haven't been paid for last week
Sometimes I don't get paid for weeks on end
A felon can't complain

That's why the livestock pens are unlocked
The tigers are missing
& the elephants are just starting to rush the tent
I got six padlocks in my pocket
I roll the dice against the wet plywood
scoop the pot
Elephants hate the circus

-Joshua Fink

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Get Going Gone

Come away with me
We'll pull up our stakes & rattle down the coastline
stop at all the greasy-spoon joints
pool our money for smokes and fun
We'll just keep going until we can't drive
I'll get some job washing dishes & making breakfast food
You can sit in the motel bed
paint your toenails
& sip rum until I get back
We'll break out the old tape deck
& play something older than us
dance in the broken light until we fall over drunk
Laughing & mad
& we'll make love in those borrowed sheets
& everything will be expendable
Paper cups and tiny soaps
& maybe while we're gone
the law will forget us
Our friends will forgive us
& some day we'll make our way home

-Joshua Fink