I'm counting on the silent metal rods they hold back the unwanted one two three four five six they hold back the outside there are copies of copies of the insert and one master that can fill any a perfect fit for all somewhere in the deep oblivion of a pocket the clouds and the … Continue reading Apartment F204
"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged
It's so strange to me, I've been doing a lot less writing lately and I'm definitely feeling how it's taking its toll on my general livelihood. For a long time, I thought that I would be ok with just writing every once in a while and keeping it as a casual thing but since I've … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Some Spilled Thoughts and a Quick Thank You
It is done finished steps have been taken the signatures are signed with pens of hollow souls rolled up dollar bills and one cracked mirror two drops of blood, stretching to reach one another Adam and God sitting on a reflective Sistine Chapel fifteen minutes, sore, broken, dry, wiping away, nothing there, nothing there, nothing, … Continue reading Apathy
One foot dissipated spread between the fingers like jelly and sweet powdered peanuts whipped in oil Thrown like a wishful penny into a shallow puddle layered slowly beneath the oily asphalt some summer monsoon one foot and three thousand miles such an arbitrary distance memories fade in and out like a fever the taut duvet … Continue reading One foot
You, you, you, you're Me, My, Mine, Ours We're the selfish lovers of post-pot generations planted in the earth with chemicals and multiple jobs, innately raised to hope that things will get better, knowing that nothing can fall into our laps because we're always standing opportunities are, instead, launched with deadly velocity at our crotches, … Continue reading Every Cup of Coffee
Dear Reader, I've been told that it's difficult to always be reading poetry; that there is a great reward in finding a meaning in a poem, but that the meaning is often difficult to come by and can often make people feel stupid or lost [possibly insulted somehow] if they don't get it. I've been … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
To be a poem I would have to fold myself I would first begin a bending of the arm a twisting of the wrist then, after some strain, the snapping of the ankle the spaghetti noodle of each rib pressing into a bend pressing into an arc pressing in two one piece always flies off … Continue reading “Ars Poetica” [1]
Don't y'u Can't y'u s'e th'worl's gettin' s'much short'r we're takin' th' soun'righ' out outta 'vrythin' w'say already "lol" "roflmao" soon'r'r lat'r, there'll be nothin' lef' save a series o' do''-n'-dash's n'we'll st'll-b sittin'roun' arguin'- -compla'nin' "I don't-g't-U M8" "mA-B U 8[-t]n't lis'n'n r8[-A+I]" U, U nEd 2 do som'thin' plz. stan' ↑ 4 sum'thin' … Continue reading Elision
"How's tricks, Old Man?" "You, kid, you can eat a dick as they say. I may be hardened from alcohol but I am in no way old; age doesn't push the wrinkles into your face, it slows your body down enough on the inside to wrinkle you on the outside or it soaks you with … Continue reading Coffee, After so Long
