I thought that tonight I would try to be concise So here’s a haiku: Poems are my ballasts Actually, I need to cut myself off there. See the conceit of this poem is that you all are aware of what ballasts are in terms of naval ships and not everybody does, so if I could …
The Cold Soup Dedication (East Fork 2015)
Dedicated to Cornello’s shitty gazpacho soup and the lovely woman who served me it for the last six years of my life. That’s the dedication on the first page of Martin Lenali’s fantastic autobiography ‘Wiser Eyes’. I’ve never been much of a reader, but when I heard that Martin had written a …
Panel (2016)
The crash looked brutal. A red Kia rocketing well over the speed limit cratered the driver’s door of a pre-2000’s Honda, green. The moment of impact had been preserved perfectly at Grim’s arrival. Suspended in time, The metal had only begun to warp into its catastrophic new forms. The Kia driver, drunk, was a fraction …
Ice Heart
You know, I keep getting told that a heart growing cold is a show of weakness and, you know, fair. Now I’m not estranged from cliche because cold hearts are a mainstay of angsty teen over dramatic poetry O woe is my life after you had left me. I’ve seen others describe …
Boo.
Look, all I’m saying is that it would have been nice if someone had told me I had died. That’s all I’m saying. That’s all I’m saying. That’s all I’m saying It would have been nice to know beforehand. See, I figured it out when someone I knew was waving to me and I …
But Don’t Kill the Dog
Have you ever seen nothing? Like, true absolute nothing. Not, I opened up the curtains and nothing’s changed since 1953 nothing, like actually nothing. No trees, houses, grass, birds, squirrels, treats, cars, roads. Just endless nothingness, dust stretching infinitely in all directions. My name is Max, and I’m a fictional dog. It might be a …
10,000 Funhouse Mirrors
The title of this poem is Far flung, forewarned The title of this poem is Steel toed socks The title of this poem is Marshmallows roast and burning soul The title of this poem is Tongues tried twisting The title of this poem is This same god damn Chevy has cut me off three fucking …
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My name is Robert Badgley, otherwise known as Badger, Robby, or Rargona. The purpose of this website is to host my writing and creative work! I like to write short fiction and slam poetry, so if that's your cup of tea stay a minute, will you?
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