Category: Poetry
the things that make me unhappy
the things that make me unhappy are not the day by day things the trappings of routine they are usually the small unkindnesses thoughtless actions
in the pour
am i a glass pouring nothing? am i water waiting for a glass to contain me? or does it all happen when i am drunk?
red and blue tapeworms
there are records i listen to books i read but there are no politicians i feed like an infestation of fleas they should be picked
making poetry
you are making food i’m making poetry small sandwiches that people won’t have to choke down dreams condensed into language and given wings in the
those legendary poets
the poets that we think we are are drinking at some legendary bar putting some whiskey-sponsored curse into a form of doggerel verse later on
cancer movies
i am not in denial of cancer movies if they are dressed in comedy even in drama but they are not easy to watch because
what do you evoke?
what do you evoke? is it what you wrote or how you spoke? you are trying to get conscious not self-conscious feeling jesus feeling pontius
stopped and started so soon
you hit some kind of impasse and there’s temptation to be crass instead get off your ass and recognise the glass as neither half empty