the fall
falling angels meteor trajectory stepping over a ledge of choice letting the inner defect be the informer of your voice all the chaos maths add up to a kind of order liquid information fills the cup and you are not a hoarder…
Tag: poetry
pop high
you come across as a popeye philosopher spin ich it’s all fast food vast food body distortions through larger portions and you have to come to understand with your wheat belly flip-flop feet smelly jello and ice cream, and jelly and peanut…
bee coming
we watch to learn we leave and return the things you earn the ears blocked against talking heads the trailing threads we pick them and process what’s said i want to be atop the shoulders of giants but i want to remain…
Bash Flak
The holy journey of shrapnel. He is wearing a jacket made of flak. He is drinking one of the few coffee varieties to get off planet before the coffee rust killed it. He has money. Where do you spend platinum backed standard?…
brick
when someone is sick and you say deserve act like a dick and don’t observe how far they are along the curve you’re the problem hate a failure to educate thoughtlessness a failure to contemplate save the citizens to save the state…
state of the union
pile the bullshit higher looking like a dumpster fire meant to inspire it comes off like a funeral pyre but some cheer and come near to letting the mask slip during the ass kiss its a stage managed affair it’s a warning…
writing poems from the edge of a knife
there are poems of disintegration there are poems of celebration and there are poems on the knife edge how do you cut it? baby powder in the heroin glass in the babyfood i’ve been listening for the break beats in the fake…
if i had poetry for you
if i had poetry for you it would be pushed against you driving you into the wall there would be a violence in the language finding its wellspring in the tone if i had poetry for you i’d leave you alone with…
come penny
i’m in this company i’m in that company a thought a fort an electrical short tiresias in the back room wanking some lethean in the anteroom blanking brutus behind his best friend shanking i was cutting up the word back before i…
and not here
you watch the actor the delivery and you know that the lie you were sold is broken glass you watch the movie and you know it isn’t a theory of everything it’s a reductive love story it’s a tragedy you read the…