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Teaism, Coloring ABCs

Samantha buys me tea from a shop in Portland that will help me breathe better at night, only what will it matter(?) if by morning our flight is for a return to India, dusty, where I also take my parents for the first time. We land and on that very day comes news of a…… Continue reading Teaism, Coloring ABCs

Here

fashion show at the super market the landlord wants into our apartments all the time people are trying really hard it is a day of green beverage some bow out this is the Southern Tea Society’s way of showing they care she is fairly disorganized certainly a little crazed, high strung tears flow like a…… Continue reading Here

Sitting In The Window

see, there’s a breezeit doesn’t do any goodcoughing into a walllungs constrict day-long shoes glowaround feet Kicked upin the chairnarrow passage waymore strange conversationswith selfRudra one-two paws the doorsleep comes at the oddest hoursso much time wasted and you can hear theneighbor cough toochill dealt to back of neck autofillear rest old paintingsphantasm on the…… Continue reading Sitting In The Window

Questions

“We create paradise or hell in our own minds. What conditions do you need to be truly happy? If those conditions are never realized, will you suffer the rest of your life? Or could you manage to be happy even without them? We have many conditions for happiness, but we rarely benefit from them. Please…… Continue reading Questions

New new new… new!

sitting out in shade by a patch of new sunhey everybody,this my new poemit’s really shortreally poeticand it rhymes in placesyou’re probablycomfortable witha good fighting poemends up hereat the end

Late

the ultimate swindlers are here near two AM pawning away asking for favors and rides home because it’s rain out horror the same ones every night every other but you can spot them on a prayer any second. needy energy suckers downtown not always the place to be is it? come on and move outta…… Continue reading Late

Talking Points

she says “you journal too much & don’t write very many poems” and I think she is right she says “you hardly work any more, you sleep in really late…” I think there is a quiet truth to this and it burns how it has to burn I tell her “you should get up early…… Continue reading Talking Points

Movements

the words come out hardthe sentences take their timeparagraphs creep outall unsteadypouting troubledI know it is workingre: the beast of putting it downbreakfastno Sunday churchno fumbling and flawself on self lovegod or no god indifferencesome of us look ready to break