I know all of the seven deadly sins at my core—lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride—and I tend to them mindfully. And when I don’t, I notice that. I notice me saying that. I’m standing in an infinity mirror. I notice myself noticing and the whole thing with the mirrors, me saying that, me…… Continue reading War and Mett(a)phor
Category: Poetry
Incantations
She’s Hardly Recognizable Now fires off at the mouth today. Grab on. The new book—Terra—pieces Herself together with Tibetan incantations, sweet intonations, as a M-trip conference devoted to planetary restoration, as New York shouts down to Philly passing off to B-More onto DC—plodding west until the back tire comes loose—reminded: we find ourselves stuck wits’…… Continue reading Incantations
The Small Moments
sweet waking up first words this into this, what means? hello? what is this gibberish? I find myself talking such crazy garble and I make no apologies for it we all ask how many have you had? just one just none—no beer at all I’m naturally like this or I’m unnaturally so it is a…… Continue reading The Small Moments
The Rink
the rink is covered by your icy remarks any excuse a query something wrong but could not move then got itself moved we often forget that we are right at the beginning and it’s just like that we’d rather believe the taunts of others and beat ourselves to death savage/modernity is it the name or…… Continue reading The Rink
Thursday Thirst
green tea kinda evening shortcut your way thru oh I write with my eyes closed a good part of this I don’t period the sentence here in this little note taking realm this falls out of the sky in a stream and into a stream a write session here in humble abode quiet low lit…… Continue reading Thursday Thirst
Another Ride
heatjacked probs problems word stacks solve ’em flappin’ jacks hanging thanks timing wrong writing this all talk at once like the ocean talks all waves all in fun
In Blue Light
singing the blues/surrounding yourself/in blue light
Saturday Night Writ
shotgun chat too much makeup on lost interest fast driving a premium gasoline’d convertible bad listening span visiting fam nightguard in mouth keeping some from great grinds layoffs at the graveyard send reeling workers home axed unfinished grinds wary of the prick glued to business calls all thru Virginia and chides the kind woman for…… Continue reading Saturday Night Writ
Attention
I vow to always try we damage each other and ourselves with ourselves vow to always pay attention to the potential damage that can be done with words and try for the opposite apologies cannot always repair I can only go on living and go on trying it is late and night and time to…… Continue reading Attention
Spare Parts
pills coatedis this what you wantyogurt spazlingholy shipwe get kicked out Erol’sout ofthe fuck is youridea butpron. like eye-deethat’s southernsurprise foodthe spelling bewas riggedeach one teach oneeach of uspick a religionto reformthen we’ll swapthe namesit’s coming down to a craZeand fearingthe Worstis justa badhabit formatall formationsfizz downdisintigrate, Sorryto sayI told you sowithout yellingwhat’s that boutthe…… Continue reading Spare Parts
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