Tag: poetry

punching late punching underweight punch and contemplate punching clocks party punch drunk punch and judy why are you on the defensive? was it really so offensive? trapped in the loops trapped in the patterns acting as if anything matters when you don’t…

gnomic palindromic we are crouched in the confines of ourselves trying to scream through the metal throat there are boots on necks there are needles in arms we were once gliding between stars light notions, frozen glacial pictures now we are developed…

some days it falls out of the head in rhymes some bright beads skittering across the surface of a thought other days you are dropped scuffed pearls into the feed trough hoping they are hungry who is not out in the field?…

some interval pause some integral clause unmonitored flaws we try to drink clean water we try to eat healthy food as forests fall to paper mills and every new volume of poetry kills a few more environmental bills we are post-comfort dwellers…

and all the tv casual violence replicates oppressive silence we are setting light to violets pretending that it never violates all the damaged children still the innocence greed seeks to kill where shall the overflow spill offends the nose, saps the will…

break apart the art with thoughts to explore what is caught in the eyeball net in the thought matrix in the word salad generator we are trying to understand ourselves stood on the shoulder of giants we made to cast shadows forward…

seeking to educate the self on other realities a wheel of cheese a smorgasbord some people cannot afford the danger of talking to a stranger of learning something new doing away with something they knew that has proved to be untrue i…