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i used to think poetry was a suicide where the author always reached the end of a line but now i think it a rope connecting all to all where there is no end just movement across in a circle a knot sometimes around a neck but often times around a belt to keep … Continue reading
if you have reached the end hanging know that there is no answers in life and worse that death is no answer to reach like a baby to the sky * after all i have had i have only learned that life is senseless because it is incensed with death that often makes a lot … Continue reading
i thought i could fix this but i was crazy the missing nut a part * drunks and the maimed require other limbs to bring them home and healthy * we will collapse soon like a star onto itself white to black hands folding onto hands mouths onto mouths where no light can escape * … Continue reading
let us meet let us daze let us love let us us knowing each other now with the meat and days behind us lovely sunsets we do not look upon for it is a single organism consuming the sky while we have each other in small steps that let us fall more and more into … Continue reading
you come from stars that that have collapsed into energy that no planet has known before for there has been no knowing before you there collapsed and without a plan but still hoping that the universe will go your way even though it already has * you are the universe discovering itself with limbs that … Continue reading
i sometimes think of my childhood friends as grown as i and i wonder if they wonder if they’re happy or if i am and i realize that if they are smiling those toothless-turned-braces-turned-bit-lip-red smiles that makes me smile too and if they aren’t in some way perhaps because of those same teeth that didn’t … Continue reading
to become the butterfly the caterpillar must hide and crack have its insides spill out and become totally liquid unstable and unmanageable for one who doesn’t know growth the dance looks like destruction and the butterfly must appear as an angel of death rising from its coffin * the loudest sound comes just before … Continue reading
you say we always fight i say we don’t you respond that i’m always wrong i ask if i agree does that prove you wrong * what we talk about when we talk about about is no more than a fight of interest dependent on what didn’t compound interest when it was first talked about … Continue reading
like a cow turned red i must become a personal brand fat with the future slaughter to the masses who deserve entertainment and sustenance look my soul moves like grass in the wind before it is chomped and consumed * Hi all. I post poems with images I’ve drawn here. It’s an Instagram account, … Continue reading
read me poet like a poem where each line stops and starts the world where there is mess organized and a hurricane with a heart in the center of a place decentered where everything is still if only to catch your breath for the next line like a fish caught struggling fighting and hoping for … Continue reading
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