ridiculous hour to be awake but with good reason to write to stop the cat from destroying more things to prepare to think to perpetuate an ernest try… take a shot at clarity of mind to write more then more well, H-Town kids, you should know I have this featured poetry/spoken thing come April 11th…… Continue reading late/early
Tag: Poetry
Autumn Day
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine; grant them a few more warm transparent days, urge them on to fulfillment then, and press the final sweetness into…… Continue reading Autumn Day
Autumn Day
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine; grant them a few more warm transparent days, urge them on to fulfillment then, and press the final sweetness into…… Continue reading Autumn Day
Anna’s Onion
heard she was suicidal peel this onion new media scandal figure it out really ‘cuz the vultures all around see fresh opportunity I just heard she was having a hard time I heard our entire culture being questioned some ladies get driven down to the store some ladies are driven to an early end and…… Continue reading Anna’s Onion
Soul Hurts
my head hurts my soul hurts it fell out onto the ground I put it back it fell out again so now I just carry it around in my wallet I hope no one steals my wallet
Big J.
the poetry readings are like pluh-DOW I don’t even have to read any more but I do here and there good to go and just support not set foot on stage for a bit collect thoughts see what those thoughts have to say and then spit or spray or… iron on shove down their throats…… Continue reading Big J.
My Pure Thing
make more sense of life going further in no allusions are made to coffee drinking as something deep it is just something I do, for now, today something mentioned on either side of the napkin and the screwdriver gradually wears into my palm forming a blister and it bursts putting together new furniture from the…… Continue reading My Pure Thing
December Notes
Talk of… GOOD INTENTIONS. Just talking. The talk does not manifest itself always into anything other than itself? Let me say, this wisdom pouring out is manifest in the act of humanity’s ability to question. And on top of that, it’s ability to question the question. That is some acid infinity mirror kind of shit,…… Continue reading December Notes
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what kind of fight are you looking for are you still fighting what exactly are you fighting are you still angry fighting, is that the right word are you struggling struggling for an answer to make sense of this mess of life of the world of what to do with yourself or do you just…… Continue reading ?
Bukowski
To The Whore Who Took My Poems some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like…… Continue reading Bukowski
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