A Poem Written about two periods of time two years apart.
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The Trojan Human
Our saga begins at 7 a m (Well, snooze alarm so 7:10) And once again She might be late Work starts at eight Rising can wait On Her sleepless debate Can She fake what it takes To face another day She’s a Trojan human inside wooden skin She’s seen how we’re made So she’s blending …
You Make It Hard To Pick A Single Theme
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The Reason
Things don’t happen for a reason Even from the very first day We’re not enslaved To some predisposed fate Awaiting and facing us at The end Congratulating And Saying That they’ve paved the way So praise them Take it all In stride As you walk away Things don’t happen for a reason I don’t …
A Haiku
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 …
Rargona 