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
Tag: free verse
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
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
The Lights
The lights don’t reveal things as clear as they used toand with a dim energy my chest plods along No
Dionysus and Apollo
Dionysus as woman, Apollo as Man.Apollo as woman, Dionysus as man.Woman and man both Dionysus.Woman and man both Apollo.No exit.
capital Address
I am an I for the sake of addressthe capital I all that comes afterbeing sequential because to explainto the
Confrontational “Style”
My brain makes uneasy the things my eyes allow in I think my agenda is my own but my existenceis
The Old Horse
The old horse is led from the stable and taken behind the barn where he is fed dry hay and
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