I’m dead tired late ‘n I been bad before,but it’s been a long time. And I don’t ask anything of you. I won’t ask. The ache is clutchin’ at me,‘n I know you ain’t bushy tailed either. ‘n somewhere–you ‘n I’ve got this castle/kingdomidealic idle fantasy,where I am yours,‘n you mine.where them shadow slips …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #117 (2015)
an’ yeah,it’s true,your words got that lightnin’ flicker backin’ skitterin’fingertip to emotionslip. but you, you ain’t got the skills you need to bottle the spark flittin’ past. so we get cryptological quality photographs,screen captures,broken copiesof whatyou see. and the world’ll change,don’t worry,I ain’t gonna let them tear you down.post them copies,keep at it.You’ll learn. …
Untitled #115 (2015)
Yeah,I’d like someone to hold me when those shadow shades come.I’d like someone to explain away the nightmares.I’d like someone who’ll understand. but I can’t give that back to anyone. ‘n it ain’t fair.it ain’t fair. so I ain’t promising anything.
Untitled #113 (2015)
I keep saying I want to love you, but really it’s just that I like having you around. And, I’d rather not see you go. that’s the best I …
Untitled #112 (2015)
Sweet little baby,lovely little one, all the dragons are slain, the hearths are lit, the chests are bare, and the heroes off to seek their pay. It’s just you, me, and the evergreens, as they swing and sway. Sweet little baby,the story’s all been told.Only the forgotten are left and doomed …
Untitled #108 (2015)
The synthetic oil wasteGlitch_Spectrumwould like to cordially invite you to decompose. nothing against you, personally.we promise. well, as much as a refracted spectrum of light can promise.Which, honestly, doesn’t amount to much.But still. Still. still-static clouds thick with thunder,clinging to dread-ideals,mutter desperately under their breaths– tomorrow, tomorrow.‘n them love-lustin’ storm chasers,mutter some whiskey prayerwhile oaken …
Untitled #107 (2015)
You know? I’m Just A L I T T L E B I .sihT L T L Tired of A …
Untitled #106 (2015)
Late last night, I launched a script called Depression Noise. In a sense it is a sequel to Parakeet Poet, in that it solves the same problem, how to dynamically generate poetry. Depression Noise currently outputs something like this:[[MORE]] promised . tried the if I . promised I’d sorry } / right , = sorry …
Untitled #103 (2015)
_ 404: The emotion you are looking for could not be found. –
Untitled #10 (2014)
My soles ache.the bank account’s runnin’ on fumes.My soles ache. set in a thumpin’ bass guitar, distorted beyond recognition,kick up the drum machine. I’m ridin’ in the fog, Mississippi side, lookin’ at those signs in the middle distance where they ain’t gone, but the lines are blurrin’, ‘n you can just see ’em clutchin’, clutchin’ …
