Tag: poet
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
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
to knock them open
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