poetry

type setting

broke end

all is not enough for all the universe yawns into excitement daily do the same make your you * one day i will look back nearly blind and without will and i will say how much i could see then * poetry is a thug that takes your money and leaves you broke * the … Continue reading →

grooowwwing

stretch marks like a lazy river across your smile while inside your mouth there is darkness always * but you feel that no one feels that like you feel until you find a little book with all your words full and bleeding wet yet still burning with fire * i am the grand son of … Continue reading →

our father

if night could talk it would moan about morning and how daylight hurt the eyes though it would also say it couldn’t see much anyways * it was the sweaty summer where the sun swelled like a single organism swallowing the sky that i was born again in myself i wet with i a reverse … Continue reading →

nighthood

there is a poem written that will make it so no more poetry will be written   this is not it though it starving and short makes me want to stop writing * love give me a chance for chance gave us love in between all those people who we could’ve met we met we … Continue reading →

that’s correct, person

i think like most people in that i make the mistake that most people think as mistaken as i * you need to know you are not you but a sum of others who care about your cares who love your loves and who feel as you feel when they are not cared or loved … Continue reading →

an(y)other life

when i am by myself under the night sky i wonder if this solar system is the loneliest in its search for life and finding none or some other is who will never know what it means to be alone   my question goes unnoticed but the stars still breathe * save your change instead … Continue reading →

a song

absorbing all light and eyes she radiates the deconstruction of self for the construction of i dressed in deep black lip stick that only the universe matches spreading into a nothing that is shared between us no matter how much i stare hoping for a shooting star and knowing full well that she is probably … Continue reading →

the future prime minister

i am not worried for the future for there will be a time when things are so bad and depraved that the poor will have no more to eat than the rich my only worry is that when it happens there will be little meat and too much fat for sustenance * inspired by Zoe … Continue reading →

bee flI

coming into becoming requires me to be i * the reed cries for your wet songs are not flowing like they did before being cut from the water where music was under the sun and alongside fish who know nothing of the death around but only spoke in a language that vanished in the translation … Continue reading →