WILEY BIRKHOFER

Alright dude

Now be appropriate. Now go to the factory and pick up all the
necessary women and walk a tight rope in front of them. They will
watch in horror as I borrow something from my parents. They will
notice the shame in loving someone from so far away.

Oh no. I pound for armchairs in the damn armchair. I spooked the
coyotes with a pan and a sandal. Tomorrow I will eat today’s worst
performing armchair. I guess I could describe my face as it is hers.

I guess I could describe it as winning contests and yearning to be
kicked. We look around and nobody else is looking around. We
pack up our faces and carry them away on our backs. Later we
touch and fall instantly asleep.

E.A.R.

Do you prefer to talk with Sam on the roof or suffer with Malia in the room
Is it possible
Yes it is

I remember about this time last year
I was inviting lots of them
Into the library

This boy will turn out great
Making friends eating dough
Doing what he wants

Can you imagine his mother on her cell?
Her genuine concern

Whoever you think you are
Stop trying to be him
Thinking of myself

If you take me back
Will I stick around
I love the idea

Process of Recording

Max You Are A Crooked Guy
Just Look At Your Crooked Face
The Still Waters Of The Water
May I Go So Far As To Say
Sexual Love Helmet

I Miss You Brother
Are You Playing
I Think Between You and Anthony
We Have Some Pretty Hard Proof
Your Art Is Art

Wiley Birkhofer (1987-2014) was a poet, musician, and artist from Menlo Park, CA. He studied English at Stanford and poetry at the graduate writing program at NYU, where he earned his MFA in 2014. Other poems can be found in Split Infinitive, Word Riot, Punchnel’s, Fourth & Sycamore, Guernica, Wu Wei, LIT and at wileybirkhofer.com.