Thursday, December 27, 2018
We Imagine Cows Within Granite
The first sunlight of the working day
Only your critical lips!
From her cheeks and her hand find out
sunflowers of the planet earth,
using its misinterpreted light
pockets of lightweight aluminum changed into ash
Beneath the demonic moonlight night time of insufferable starry skies
the lifeless of the light, the energy of the stone
the wild cap that calms in your flute!
The thorough dignity of the entranceway!
Friday, August 3, 2018
Omitted, a Poem
Believe it or not, the following poem was inspired by my attempts to
test the waters of investing in cryptocurrency. Specifically, I was
trying to invest in Bitcoin.
Why would you think the absent is impotent?
the absent is the most strong vanish of all.
Are you upset by how un-attackable it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the absent so healthy?
How happy is the might been!
Does the been make you shiver?
does it?
Omission is latter death.
latter death is omission.
Chat.
Why is it so yellow?
little omissions sings like unintentional features
Omissions are mingy. omissions are bitty,
omissions are soft, however.
Omitted
Why would you think the absent is impotent?
the absent is the most strong vanish of all.
Are you upset by how un-attackable it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the absent so healthy?
How happy is the might been!
Does the been make you shiver?
does it?
Omission is latter death.
latter death is omission.
Chat.
Why is it so yellow?
little omissions sings like unintentional features
Omissions are mingy. omissions are bitty,
omissions are soft, however.
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Friday, June 8, 2018
Sinister and florescent above the towers
All wanting over the sky
I poke angry witches against the mud
Alass, alack! The Queen is gone
Totally evil within the wind
You condemn electric tentacles on the sky
Awaken! The bastard is coming
Sinister and florescent above the towers
I bend glowing sounds over the mist
Atone! The day has gone
wavering altered
across the water
any wind that blows
At how many harbors
the god
miss his chance
when the world was new
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I have a poetry Tumblr, too. You can find it right here:
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My latest poem there is called All numb beyond the showers.
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