Member since December 7, 2016 | 869 Readings |
Cincinnati, Ohio native - They say journalism is dying and poetry’s already dead. I suppose that makes me a resurrector.
Closure before the door was opened
I am nothing. / Nothing. // My purpose is ----. / It’s rich and red. / My purpose is bleed. // Your whole job / is to watch while I do it. /…
Contain, / Contain / You-see-through-glass / Bring the water to my lips again // The molecules are more focused in the glass / Than they are in…
It’s a different hustle in the winter
Sunset - / the little ghetto market, / westside parkway // / An early start / Set up shop so to speak / Greet more folks than the mayor // …
50 Questions to Ask God this Holiday Season
Hows come we can’t see you? / How many bulbs have broken when idiots put up Christmas lights? / Why don’t people use their fucking turn signal? …
I don’t like to kill / Even the small things / Even the littlest ones / I feel it too hard / I stand over them in their death / And whisper about…
In the garden of life
In the garden of life, / with its flowers and wonders aplenty - / Some days you just pull out weeds.
When all the black mirrors light up
My eyes are polyamorous, lingering and twisting, / playing tricks on my Sunday School heart / They feed my brain the food it wants but doesn’t need…
The work of the self-titled-modern-masters / Is lost on me / Luckily, it’s lost on everyone else // Unfortunate, really / Poetry was the voice of…
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I don’t like you, up in that machine / Suspended between lives, mildly drunk. / If I were you, I would watch the wing // Because you are much…
All the Time in the World
In Wichita, it’s navy blue, / Slow, the city a balloon that / Never pops. Smoke swirls, / Smoke clears, humans capture / The light on the castle…
Steve Van Zandt said
Somebody needs to be born / and somebody needs to die / / Some belief in mayhem, / / it’s the hard quasi-truth / of life. The prefix to…
My Own Democracy
We were children trying to figure out how to hasten the sun, bottle it, for it was always never-ending, a kind of mutiny – sprawling insurrection…
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