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A mean poem meaning meaningfulness during our meaningless Mean – yamean? * You didn’t ask to be here, Which is a completely reasonable complaint Given the winters and parents And elbow-climbing bugs that Crawl like you Eat like you Yet do not think like you, But now that you are Ask Why not instead? There is an entire life to … Continue reading
My breath smells in the morning After a night that I can neither Remember or forget But that still went on Somewhere at some time in some place With someone who sucked The air from within And transferred their own Short, violent hiccup That swallowed a tongue And clattered with teeth And whirled spit with spit … Continue reading
He bites Where there is no meat Only bone And sweat And fat That sucks a voice Into it Saying There is a rock That does not roll For there is no hill Just land that flattens All into a square Then a line Then a dot So small That it can’t have said to be … Continue reading
A blue sky Is beautiful Even with a Lonesome, Starved cloud Biting into it. * They found life on another planet, It might one day be said, And the first question That will need to be answered Is whether that life Is as lonely as us, Beings who are Searching for Someone else, Something else … Continue reading
Near the end of his life, Robert Frost reportedly said, “In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: it goes on.” I am not near the end of my life, as far as I know, nor am I a celebrated poet, but I have tried to sum all I know too. … Continue reading
Hell is not hell It is purgatory With endless breathlessness Where you walk but do not move Where you speak but do not echo Where you are you but not A mist mistaken for rain A clock counting down to what end A question without an answer
This is the first form of real, purposeful action I’ve finagled in a while. I could’ve thought before I did it, I think. * It is only a thought, But if you think That it is too much To think About thinking Then you have not thought Enough About thinking Enough To think That thinking Enough … Continue reading
She ripped my tongue out The moment I spoke And hung it On a string Thin as dental floss In between alphabetic breasts Whose white lips Mouthed the letter Y, Which was, after all, The only word I could say While she walked away With my voice.
A toothbrush thrown Over the top Of an apartment Tells the story Of the end Of a love Better than this Poem could ever. * The toothbrush twists In the air In ways which dentists would not recommend But have nonetheless wondered about And probably tested Because there it goes Moving unperturbed As though it … Continue reading
Everything is possible under the sun If you just bend and bow And sway under a disco ball That is stuck and heavy in the sky Just like the dancers beneath it Who step on concrete In hopes of becoming as Solid and complete But who often forget that there are cracks Caused by the same baking … Continue reading
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