simply complexifying
something simple or something complex trying to solve the same problem by routes that bear fruits and lessons found in dead ends we are making
Category: Poetry
singing the same tune
are you jazz conversation with blue note soul? are you digging around to find your role? strutting down the street with a kink in your
where it’s at
intellectual pursuits picking sexual fruits in cahoots in matching suits on photo shoots something unrealistic something spun ballistic don’t be just a statistic we are
each move meant
hung in some grey anatomy our contrapunto angulature these compliments to build ninety degrees edging into three sixty we will come full circle traversing the
trashcan whine
volume breaks apart the rhythm i come in like william carlos williams or bukowski turning into a skid on a good day more like doggerel
blocked drain
a palatable disintegration it ticks the right boxes the squirm of despicable character the crumbling face and the excuses trot out we find the rot
fuck the doubters
fuck the doubters who do nothing but doubt fuck the shouters who do nothing but shout know that without us they’d have nothing to talk