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How have you changed? I still write at 0200, which is a sign that I might never go to sleep. I still sleep, which is a sign that I might never wake. I still wake and still prefer the lilacs in the rain and the summer’s yellow paint over a laundry line dotted with red underwear. … Continue reading
The following aren’t very good, but global warming promises to heat things up at the very least. * The winter rots In long shadows, Seeding familiar pots Of strange sorrows. A bike emerges From the snow; Croci scourges – The grass needs a mow. Where has winter gone? I am caught in eternal summer. Look … Continue reading
My wounds open mouths that drool red wine drunk from a night when bottles become telescopes to look onto the dark sky, a mouth onto itself, with teeth beaming and a tongue that lick oceans into submission, pulsing back to me while my mouth sores become infected, cavities that have no fill, only healing and … Continue reading
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
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