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 …
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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 #658 (2014)
there is no reason you shouldn’t, too, have{ornamentals}
Untitled #659 (2014)
starts with that gut rush tide surgin’darlin’, love, darlin’,I stood on Glacier Point in Yosimite,‘n I looked at erosion crags ‘n vistas that make poets like me,oh so weak in the knees.Had half a mind to jump just to see it from all the angles of decent,to watch the beautiful earth rise up ‘n clutch …
Untitled #654 (2014)
Hun,my monitor’s gone and let its smoke out,‘n this ozone smell’s filled the air,‘n I’ve got molten plastic stringing from fingertips. the shut-down, the giving-up,there ain’t a reboot from that.We’re not runnin’ from drive, that’s smoked out too,just us and whatever’s left in the fast-fading RAM.Won’t be long ’til it just stops… There ain’t a …
Untitled #655 (2014)
Darlin’,them self-punk pirates is on our wake,‘n it ain’t worth the time it’ll take. Way I figure,‘n I done some figurin’ on this, believe you me,we got one choice,we gotta f a l l …
Untitled #65 (2015)
I’ll build our bed by hand,‘n it ain’t but pine,but I’ll trace the stain through every grain with finger and palm,‘n I’ll know the taste of every screw. with ached ‘n scarred fingers I’ll carve: “even storms find themselves in safe harbor, sometimes.” with great scratching strokes, in secret places where I know your …
Untitled #650 (2014)
Unfortunately, Mr. Kennedy, your fractals are fading fast.We’re going to have to perform a fragrencectomy.As a result of this, you won’t smell like much of anything,and, it is theorized, that since smell is such a binding part of mnemonic recall,no one will really be able to recall anything but vagueness about you.May I suggest looking …
Untitled #653 (2014)
Love, let’s strip it bare and look at the source-code of this for a bit.My criticism, like any, is some slopped attempt at differed self-awareness.[“most common in interpersonal criticism is the focus on attributes one finds unsatisfactory in oneself” *Strain, Dippel, et al.]So, you’re absolutely absolut, with that full on 80 proof vodka bite,and me …
