It’s a cold, cold wind,or a stiff, stiff drink,that brings you so close to me, and bad as it may be, let the wind blow, let the drink flow. because you’re warm,because you touch,because,because. Because it’s …
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Untitled #673 (2014)
There is a young woman who thinks my poetry could carry a ball of twine.Uh… well, more than that,tonight my sister’s got some excitement that we’re all talking accessibility in writing,because of some comment she made… and I declared myself the master of the Blobs,and I gave someone I don’t actually know romance advice,because she …
Untitled #674 (2014)
I’ve got this riff cuttin’ through,‘n I know it’s just ’cause they keep usin’ it,’til it aches that soul deep way muscle shots do.I’ve got this riff, tellin’ it true. ‘n millennials they’re cryin’,‘n millennials, they’re just cryin’,whinin’, sobbin’, quiverin’, strayin’.‘n millennials they’re talkin’,‘n millennials, they’re just talkin’,ain’t a bone to get it done in …
Untitled #670 (2014)
FULL STOP .Now, look.I know how unbearably rude it is for me to come talk to you while you’re reading,god knows I’d smack me,but…I really want to know if it’s any good.See, I used to love that author, but after the debacle I just…is it any good?Alright, sorry.I’ll leave you be,but hey,hit me up sometime …
Untitled #671 (2014)
There is a young woman who thinks my poetry could carry a ball of twine.Uh… well, more than that,tonight my sister’s got some excitement that we’re all talking accessibility in writing,because of some comment she made… and I declared myself the master of the Blobs,and I gave someone I don’t actually know romance advice,because she …
Untitled #672 (2014)
I don’t have any more grand gestures in me.Someone used those up a while back.Still got that string of romance runnin’ through,but it’s tempered by that hallowed drum solo:the end of Styrofoam Boots/It’s All Nice On Ice Alright. ‘n darlin’, when those symbols start in’,that snare catchin’ the stick,and the way that the track trips,no …
Untitled #663 (2014)
If I am never read by another soul,it’ll be worth knowin’ your eyes have crossed these words. ain’t like I ain’t got dreams of teachin’,of passin’ on the passion,ain’t like I ain’t got dreams,of makin’ somethin’ of this,but the worth of it,that’s in knowin’ that these words speak, to even one. hell, sometime I ain’t …
Untitled #668 (2014)
I would like to argue, again, that Word or any word processor of that complexity is probably the most counter-productive program a poet or even author can work in, at least initially. The grammar and spelling lines are the most notable examples, but they are designed to attract your eye, which of course distracts you …
Untitled #669 (2014)
I don’t reckon you’ve got a joint?yeah, ‘spose not.guess, guess I’ll have to do the runnin’ the ol’ fashionedway. Back along foot-steps, cross the runnin’ stream, for the scent. ‘n I don’t, I don’t reckon you’re much for them extended metaphors?didn’t figure, don’t hold …
Untitled #658 (2014)
there is no reason you shouldn’t, too, have{ornamentals}
