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The following was a bad poem written while reading bad poetry. * Who are the books the readers or writers; who controls which the text seems mightier even when blank or pressed and bound left alone to rot where imagination compounds but this is folly: interpretation dominates for the writer dies while the … Continue reading
We were kids playing hide and seek and he was it but not for long because he knew where I was for I always slinked underneath the lamp with a canopy of cloth and cookies that may distract others but not him because he was it and I could hear him humming some song about … Continue reading
I am filth I am sadness but I dress up superbly and shake hands firmly and smile on occasions that leave me filthy * Under the metal canopy of rain and dirt you read a Thai author who died when death didn’t have a medical definition and you realize you are older than you are old … Continue reading
they’d die but not before this restaurant where a woman talks to me about how the food is alright but not the best so that we’d have to go somewhere else sometime else and I nod and laugh about some story I’ve heard before that I couldn’t exactly retell because the words were all wrong and … Continue reading
what are we talking about when we are taking about we and what has come between the two of us now who are too tough to admit that we are hurt and bleeding but not quite dead because we put our hands on each other to stop the cuts from showing us how much we … Continue reading
poems are a way avoid giving up to it all because each thing is broken down from its whole into a lonely line that is connected with dots that could go on for infinity but end where they need to because they need to and because there is something in giving up yourself to a … Continue reading
Does a man who does not run from rain have nowhere to be or is here where there is no one else that can see that even shadows have tears in the peace and rejuvenation of self? * Sinking city with a car for a lighthouse I rock on the road holding on to the … Continue reading
We are unified by suffering and separated from those we make suffer and widening this gap with status and money and me who looks for status and money and me in things other than status and money is humanity’s progress up to date * I am always in the middle where the endings are nowhere … Continue reading
We are falling always until we land for good I lose her in small ways that wouldn’t mean much to anyone else but that’s why I had her and lost her too We are falling always until we land for good The garden’s jealous of spring for it is entrenched in an … Continue reading
To ruin love fall in love and to love ruin fall in love and to love love fall in ruin * I’m caught here in the empty whole of a garden with no plants and the slumber of other hands and another sun not found here where my hands block the full whole with a … Continue reading
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