Tag: poem

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? i want you to eat me i will make you smaller i will make you larger we…

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 off their heads crushed and they should be flushed there are two parties like tapeworms in the…

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 mind’s eye of yourself and the hearts of others it is a gift to you both butterfly…

setting fires in the hearts of liars who wish to hear echoes of themselves they put their morals on shelves and cover their mirrors and plug their ears as someone pours coals on their fears hatred is fear turned outward the thing…

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 we’ll says it could have been worse but still want to slam into reverse epilogue in balloon…

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 or half full but a mirror, temporarily dull you get up and bring  a renewed vigour the…

i slip my tongue into your mouth to taste your words a language that is needed to lift your heart and the music carries all of us high over the land to crash on opposite shores running between closing doors to knock…

half a smile ago i was this kind of person half a mile ago we saw the situation worsen a bathroom tile ago we were showering off the dirt of the day into the trough do you know where you are? if…