3/26/23
#beach, #gulls, #unrequited
In the simililies and metaphlowers… a shred of truth grows up preened by the editor’s shears bouqueted for your enjoyment.
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands
Does God still speak in dreams today or does he now choose sleep Silence glitters my bedroom pictur… darkness all now brings.
I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—
I drag a metaphor too far into the dirt to pick up sticks and worms around the little trees little trees
such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
It has been said that you should Dance like no one’s watching— I always dance like you are Seeing me Across the room
Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…
nothing I have to say matters unle… Times New Roman. 12 point spaced and doubled pages’… all I gotta show em. Forget the creativity Forget the…
Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
