Tag: poetry

late night kimchi noodles it’s tasty it settles the guts how many cats sleeping in inappropriate places? a girl laying her head down a late night push into some profundity tiny little poems

breadcrumbs that lead to a poem intellectual snippets i am punning my way to a title fuelling myself on film feeding myself on music last year stirs in its shallow grave i am soon to be janus again this annual hinge where…

and if the world took a different turn and all the things we stopped to learn were set aflame and left to burn we would still know ourselves we do not need the books on our shelves for the words are settled…

the mornings that we watch the mornings that we don’t dancing temporal hopskotch the things we won’t the things we might transition of day into night a red line underscores a red line comes before some days we labour to walk the…

a clock broke a wheel spoke an old bloke winding the motion a feather, a leaf bone and teeth disintegration hurricane swirl the gravity of a spinning world where ballistics cuts across the sky and falls deep in the vision’s lie because…

where can hate tread where hatred has not paved the way in the things you do in the things you say and the things you let through when you are reasonable about hate you cannot think it safe to wait you cannot…

i like romance i need clarence everyone needs help getting their wings and other kinds of things not sure if i need a life that sings or a life that dances but i need a life that takes chances i need a…

late night plates the waitress waits the conversations the coffee cups the half-baked realisations he sips, she sups greek and vegetarian a teenager, a septuagenarian a burger, a skillet you have an empty belly til you fill it

the bright after is a music of laughter not a pinned butterfly or a camera shuttered lie the pure peal of an angel’s bell you feel the heart swell like the rise of a far reaching tide when you become the sun…

the answers not to listen to are obvious the people listening to them are oblivious they have plugged their heads into their error and have severed their analysis from their vision with a precision that buckles the world punches a hole through…