Foster Foolsrite
Foster Foolsrite is casually dismissive,positively when he doesn’t need to be Foster impugns prudence, defensivelybecause all about him is corruption,and
Category: poetry
The Mind Shook Fits with a Pen
Because I couldn’t type deliberate and preciseI took it upon myself to say,myself to myselfso there wasn’t any confusion,all of
The Hero and the Chorus
Tragic hero, coupled and juxtaposed with chorus you are witness to your transience and continenceyou are a formation of structure
Waking Mind
Waking Mind You clank when you walk, as if you were a rototiller on edge tearing ditches into public roadways
Dead Shoes
I step in dead shoesclay feet with toes of stoneI stand and pause between pacingsa refugee from the referee who
To the Slaughterhouse
No one is home, or maybe they arethey’re just not answeringwe cannot connect fingersacross the electronic divide data mines data
Thick Books of Poetry
Thick books of poetry are dauntingseemingly taunting from behind their coversraising phrases that could’ve been yoursbut pushed by others we
Of Raw Quality
I am an onion beneath the surfacea bulb petrified by the flashI think myself into faceinto attentioninto mass reflectioninto oblivious
Average Means
Like every aging manI think about the things I would do or say different if given a do overthe others
Wound to the Clock
Blinded by the clockcounting dollarsindexing worth to secondschained to interestworth in existenceI am an hour Everything I say or doleaves
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