
haiku
poetryan old japanese film
makes me feel better
about sparse facial hair.
dancing with the stars
poetryhand meets point in perfect
burning harmony giving
messiah-esque scars on the
reality version of the worst
television show ever
haiku
poetryfeeling the sun
after so long a winter
even blood runs godlier.
vanity is you developing you
poetryliterally in a darkroom with some
ancient artifact one called film
whom some like many other things
will argue is artistic because it’s
old but as time wears on eventually
people will pick up paper and say
this is strange…
why so tactile?
and then you’re reminded vanity
is you writing you reminding yourself
of you
Ego
poetryAllow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.
It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.
I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.
So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,
DAMN,
I’m good.
the sieve turns one
poetryand despite it’s otherwise stunted growth
manages to stand on its on 5 legs
and crawl blissfully into the barren
future
awkward moments
poetrytrying to be made less so
by meaningless talk
about anything
whatsoever,
just to fill the void
of silence that will descend
if for even a moment we
let down our guard,
let the silence lengthen,
let the awkwardness
of everything left unsaid
descend and change everything.
haiku
poetryi step over this puddle,
reflecting a concrete sky,
hood up as rain falls.
Phunky Weather
poetrySpring stole Summer’s day
And Autumn has her vengeance,
Now we all have colds.
french kissing fate
poetryinstead of simply toying
playing with my future
i’ve decided to mock it
in the most european
of fashions
i can conjure from these
all-too-infrequently-showered
loins
The Only Thing Anyone’s Ever Asked of Us. I Swear.
poetryshould our bodies never tire
and our minds never give out
we must climb up ever higher
to the mountain’s tip, and shout
that we’ve finished our ascent,
completed all that we’ve been asked
though it truly was impossible,
this god-forsaken task.
But alas, Our bodies tire
and our minds burn at both ends
and the air we breathe comes harder
as the air around us thins
while we struggle ever higher,
never quite reaching the top,
when do we cease to aspire,
and simply find a place to stop?
haiku
poetryin the silence
before you start the song:
the soft crackle of the amp.
Anatomy and Physiology
poetryBetween the head
and the heart,
the guts lie
and the gut feeling
that i don’t have the guts.
lives in my spine now
poetrywhy,
little city burning
backs gettin’ warm
pictures of men
that shoulda been me
so i never grew up
i’m glad i figured that out
and i torture myself
and i’m only alright sometimes
why,
lighting up the glass
can’t stay off the ground
and i can’t remember
how nice it used to be
pictures of the moon
that’s where i’d like to be
that pond behind your house
where i go when i sleep
why.
Cheap Shot
poetryCold hands are
no excuse.
Now
get
in
there
and
fight.
It’ll all be
over soon,
I
promise.
Just hit him
while his
back
is turned.
tanka
poetrysnow white geese
cut across the sky
traveling by night.
silently we look up,
breaking the fire’s gaze.
Way Out Yonder
poetryAn over-reaching sense of
Verisimilitude has
fooled everybody.
But the truth remains static:
The grass is never greener
on the other side.
No more heroes
poetryWhy must all of the heroes
displayed on TV today
be not heroes at all
but merely humans
in the right place
at the right time
doing the right thing
for the wrong reason?
Where are the heroes of old,
men of renown and power,
unwavering in their ability
and in their integrity,
the supermen of society,
too good to be reality,
but who in their fictionality
showed the rest of humanity
a metaphor of what life could be.
square
poetryand you run across
the field yelling
circle circle circle!
because you’re a liar
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