There was nothing
I felt the light
reflected off of theperigee-syzygy of the Earth-Moon-Sun systemthe heavens shoneso bright that only the darkestof clouds could do anythingto veil it’s glowas I felt the weight of my selfweighedagainst the weight of the world the grass felt strangeI could not tell if it was the grassor my handswhose composition has changedso muchthat the hill of […]
How I really feel about 18th century British Poetry
I really don’t fucking give a fucking rat shit about fucking Windsor fucking Forest by Pope. Fuck.
A Mean Poem
What is your presence to me?an interruption?a derailment?a bewilderment?a friendship?temptation?a series of pixelsmakes a codeprovokingstimulatingnew situationssame old feelings I should not play the gamethere’s a lot more at stakethis time
To feel stuck
in this modern stateseemsungrateful orignorantas self-absorbedas our addiction to petroleum.There’s some irony for you.I own a car.I have money.I have legs.Yet,stuckis the onlyword I findto describe how I feel.Maybe it’s the knowledge,the photographs,the clever marketing schemesencouraging you to“get away” from it all,offering somewhere else.Somewhere better.It’s all the same place.Just different.
There is a light
Shining forthFrom RomeI feel it’s raysTrans-continental beamsBeckoningHopeGoodnessLoveI struggle inThe warmth of the sunI am a skyGreyAnd dense with fogYou shine your lightAmidst, throughoutA rainbow of colorOn an overcast dayRain or shineYou’ll still be mineThrough calms and stormsI’ll still be yoursThrough droughts and showersThe world will still be ours
A song to make You feel better
When I think on tomorrow,I think of us togetherI think of picnics amidst wild sunflowersIn warm sunny weather Enjoying the taste, the smellthe feeling of lifewith your voice in my earsand only your eyes in my sight and when clouds bar our lightand cover us with showerswe’ll leave our spotamidst the trees and flowers then […]
in circles
Meet me therein that placethat does not existin time or space meet me therewhere desire is untamedand what we feelneed not be named meet me therewhere we need no reason nor rhymeand never need acquiesceto the oppression of time meet me therein that place that is only ourswhere we don’t have to shareour sky or […]
go do
It’s been a whilesince I’ve dreaded my bedit’s been a whilesince I’ve been alone in my headsometimes there’sstrange thoughts up theresometimes I think thingsthat other people don’t want to hearsometimes I wonderwhat it will be liketo live a lifewatching thingspeoplefriendsfamilydieit makes me anxiousit makes us all nervousso try to think aboutthe good thingsall the things […]
Not what I wanted to write
It is a strange state of beingto feel: to taste the remnants of your mealsscrubbed off your teethmixed with the minty flavored chemicalsthat may or may not be giving you cancer. to spit them outand watch them flow down the drainto undergo some sort of“treatment process”and come out of someone else’s faucetwhere it may or […]
