gratitude for solitude/ it’s something you just have/ to appreciate for it showing up/ but let it go its merry way/ when it wants
Tag: Poetry
Kick The Crab
He had to ask himself the toughest questions dealing [on] survival or all else would be snuffed out. Morning. The new morning in a new age. As the time passed he realized he wasn’t a kid any more and that he has been by virtue of being compelled—growing and in growing inspiring others. She slid…… Continue reading Kick The Crab
What Is Life Like For You?
the spacemen are landing let’s take them out to lunch if they’re up to it the one admits to having kept on one underwear for a month straight his pants probably smell like trash hunger rain pours down the superintendent brings me a bottle of wine his way of making it up to me for…… Continue reading What Is Life Like For You?
Some Bloodspill
up late layering words down as to make sense of what I’m thinking this is now the age old tradition of many and why for the life of me I go on explaining it… I suppose I just get all wordy like a narrator and mostly besides the need in it there is also a…… Continue reading Some Bloodspill
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
The Base
the eyes are a deep ocean, with whirlpools and violent winds, and shadows beneath the surface and sea monsters deep within. my boat is sailing in mindfulness, I vow to hold the tiller firmly so that I do not drown in an ocean of form. using my conscious breath, I am guarding my eyes for…… Continue reading The Base
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
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