Too
much pressure
pushes
Monday, April 30, 2018
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Cascading journey
A certain tone of light
during a particular time of day
makes the shadows stand on end
reaching for the sky
before collapsing into the abyss of night
until they begin the climb again
during a particular time of day
makes the shadows stand on end
reaching for the sky
before collapsing into the abyss of night
until they begin the climb again
Scavenge
Arranging grains of sand
since it was heard
that
once the specks were a map
scattered long ago
by an unnamed god
for a variety of incomprehensible
reasons
& all we can do is assume
since it was heard
that
once the specks were a map
scattered long ago
by an unnamed god
for a variety of incomprehensible
reasons
& all we can do is assume
Saturday, April 28, 2018
W/out mercy
Whoever said anything
about peace
when knowing
beyond a shadow of a doubt
there will always be
something
gnawing at you
about peace
when knowing
beyond a shadow of a doubt
there will always be
something
gnawing at you
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Long trip down a shit hole
Sometimes
the wrong direction
is the only way
to go
when
your soul is constipated
the wrong direction
is the only way
to go
when
your soul is constipated
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
Hand on my skeleton
One hand on my own
chest, just so I know
it & me are still here,
whether or not
I can feel
the body’s heart beat
chest, just so I know
it & me are still here,
whether or not
I can feel
the body’s heart beat
Actualizing the true beat
How is
anyone able to be themselves
w/
all this unrelenting pressure
& foggy view to get thru
the bullshit
it takes
to walk solid & fly steady
on the same note
anyone able to be themselves
w/
all this unrelenting pressure
& foggy view to get thru
the bullshit
it takes
to walk solid & fly steady
on the same note
Is it luck or just a best estimation?
How many patterns of logic
will fit in your skull,
like guess how many jelly beans
are in the bowl
will fit in your skull,
like guess how many jelly beans
are in the bowl
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Friday, April 20, 2018
Best latte I ever had
The baker was a pro
& it wasn’t just because
she made the best
baklava
outside of
the old Ottoman Empire
no
she had been
an amazing barista too
& one day she displayed
her skill by making
lattes
we were a happy crew
until she insisted
on washing the dishes
that were used
a shot glass had a crack
that sliced open
her hand
& panic ensued
until
she was bandaged up
& over that
blood soaked rag
it was still
the best
latte I ever had
& it wasn’t just because
she made the best
baklava
outside of
the old Ottoman Empire
no
she had been
an amazing barista too
& one day she displayed
her skill by making
lattes
we were a happy crew
until she insisted
on washing the dishes
that were used
a shot glass had a crack
that sliced open
her hand
& panic ensued
until
she was bandaged up
& over that
blood soaked rag
it was still
the best
latte I ever had
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Still don't have a title for this poem
As a teen
I could make
a bully weep
in less than
60
seconds
these days
it’s possible
all the same
but
the last thing
I want to see is
some fool
breaking tears
at my feet
due to being
confronted
w/ the reality
that
ignorance is
a crucial vice
to have
&
to grow past
in life
I could make
a bully weep
in less than
60
seconds
these days
it’s possible
all the same
but
the last thing
I want to see is
some fool
breaking tears
at my feet
due to being
confronted
w/ the reality
that
ignorance is
a crucial vice
to have
&
to grow past
in life
After all this time
Don’t even bother
to subtract pain, just
shuffle a bit of shabby
gain
my way, since
the pain will remain
either way
to subtract pain, just
shuffle a bit of shabby
gain
my way, since
the pain will remain
either way
Monday, April 16, 2018
Concrete blossom
Haven’t been
in a
flowery mood
lately
it’s been
more like unsmoothed
concrete,
instead of a beating heart
& running veins
in a
flowery mood
lately
it’s been
more like unsmoothed
concrete,
instead of a beating heart
& running veins
Deprivation perhaps, but not permanency
I thought stupidity was a statement
of one’s own cognitive rebellion
from the noise of life, not a statement
of permanency
of one’s own cognitive rebellion
from the noise of life, not a statement
of permanency
Unable to see an inch in front of me
A suffocating haze of silence,
growing thicker by the minute
& it has been
widening by a mile a day
where’s the lift of the subject
growing thicker by the minute
& it has been
widening by a mile a day
where’s the lift of the subject
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Friday, April 6, 2018
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