-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
don’t you miss the days of knowing how to get back here to the poured place where birds warn against the morning’s warm slaughter and the crowds sigh against the other team’s score and what of those atoms scratching at my window to see me late at night thinking of no more than a bundle … Continue reading
i the solitary destruction a single hair from a hijab knows i the alone that can’t be hurt by you i the one you showed the breathe of winter lazy with the warmth of spring i a song sung by the last species of a beautiful bird born for waste i … Continue reading
i suppose they will say it was always about me anyway when i would try to write about you but they did not feel what the ocean does each time it touches sand or how a woman must when they get their first period in a crowded grocery store or a bird under a tire … Continue reading
i am worried that all the poems have gone and now they reside somewhere you don’t in the bareness of a page not yet written an idea not yet materialized a life that is spent trying to make it seem less trying and more living as i did with you when i did not need … Continue reading
can’t you see i am the big man and this is the revolution where is your pen where are you still on those things that do not matter like the cancer of nothing growing inside you in a delightful hug of wanting you will never feel for you forgot that i am feeling too moving … Continue reading
how long is long how long is is how long is how how long is now when separated from you with the closest memories of watching you fold over like a sunflower in the shade that comes but not before the fall of two lovers caught in the cooing of bees who mean something to … Continue reading
the following is. * i suppose what can be the problem is that even the trees know that they must stop short of the sky whereas humankind looks up problematizes and supposes what can be in the clearing once the trees are cut down * don’t let the stink get to you there is … Continue reading
the following is full lowing. * does a river remember the sea or does it only close its eyes in the warmth of the sun and your running into the waves to cool off back into my dripping arms * all things grow including the dead who spread back to breathes still suffocating on the … Continue reading
when i was a poet writing poetry i’d have good things to say about all the bad like how to kill your mother by falling in love with your father who would never want you anyways a fact that ruined your abandoned orphaned ma wishing only the best for you the reverse of what … Continue reading
i sometimes sit reading great poetry thinking what the fuck is this and i theorize quite poetically that everyone must’ve just got together one day probably a saturday because those are universally conceived as glorious and at a picnic with long sandwiches that could connect europe to america though there was a bit too much … Continue reading
Mizpellt wurdz 