I wouldn’t say no to naked pictures from you. See, I’m over here worrin’ about bein’ unemployed, Watchin’ my sister walk with cane at 17,–Readin’ obituaries with gusto, hopin’ for teen car-crashes–Because she’s gonna have to have someone die to stop her pain,–‘n even that ain’t gonna be permanent. Worryin’ I’m bein’ some sort of …
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Untitled #31 (2014)
There’s a hundred things I should do,instead of writing to you.Those letters we passed back and forth,stopped,and instead I wrote poem after poem,trying to explain what letters and eye contact never could.I never did, I never would.I hope your marriage is the most beautiful.I hope your love is everything.I know you deserve it.Congratulations,London.
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educators taught me a great deal about the rules of writing,reading taught me nothing follows any rules but its own. we participate in laws of all stripe by choice,when they fail to serve,we destroy them, rewrite them.Rules and laws serve us,not us them. let the protests prism,do not mock the new language:all lives matter,don’t shoot.
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I used to do these all the time. This is an occlusion poem, you take a piece of prose or poem, and use the silhouette of a person as a mask to hide everything but the text inside their body. It works for objects too.
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Straight terms,since most of you are strangers,‘n new to my spectacle,I was almost a father once. named the kid. and then he wasn’t. and because of the method,I don’t have much stock in trying again. I don’t dwell on it they way I used to,but when I got relatives askin’ about kids,he’s got that special …
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And another one. I’ve posted this one before, but it looks better as an image. It’s called “How can I put this concretely?”
Untitled #296 (2013)
This one is called “in my memory”
Untitled #293 (2013)
“Reasons I’m Worthwhile:” A scatter poem. A scatter poem is a handwritten poem that fills the page in any way the author sees fit. They tend to be a maze to read. My handwriting is terrible, sue me. -Stephen
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“if i was a rich man”i’d probably lack context
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It’s just another just another day,with trilled tripping syllables.‘course the obstinate still obstine,‘n the stubborn still stub.but I’m chanting praise into your ear love,love,’cause I’m cleverer than clever,‘n more stubborn than stub,’cause I know the knows,‘n the know is the grand,‘n the grand is you,‘n you,love,‘n you.You doubt the doubt of it,but the only chant …
