Tag Archives: poet

orbital HEART

Imagine if my insides held a solar system. Here is my stomach, hot and glowing blue, where all the energy radiates from, out through the rest of me. Here is my mind, made of many moons, always admiring the beauty of my pieces. My fingers reach like the distant dwarf planets, cold to touch, andContinue reading “orbital HEART”

purple patch of sea

This purple patch of sea inside your acid soul has got me thinking, the fumes can’t hurt more than bleach does and the beach can’t worship if the starfish fuss but the starfish won’t dance if your sea’s a fanta one and santa’s fee won’t pay interest when the penguins can’t prance but comets comeContinue reading “purple patch of sea”

Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with

supreme pizza is sickeningly soluble in soda so stir slowly, then sip some savagely inside swift straws and slake your satisfying salivation. — Witch on a mop such a precarious affair likely to flop through the nefarious air — your diaper burn hurt the fern terns adjourn in the bird nest and confer the bestContinue reading “Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with”

Red

red, bred, red for the breading the breeding and sneezing sit home sick with our sluggish lungs tryna breathe–we concern ourselves here with aftermaths. The revolution revolves the rulers lose the rebels rule new rebels choose a wiser head than the rulers’ abuse unless it’s a ruse then the bread

Nuclear Core/Saga of Insomnia

The saga of insomnia ends on a cliffhanger. The armageddon comes but leaves something alive in the aftermath, in the dirt, in the river canyon worn away by centuries, yes, we’re still going somewhere post-anything, still spinning and expanding with the universe. Everything the light touches makes you bigger, you know, like your shadow slowContinue reading “Nuclear Core/Saga of Insomnia”

Hello, Village of My Heart

gonna make you wait and make you pay, takin’ names killin’ fame– oh this typical teenage rebellion just comes sweepin’ in on coatclaws of trepid traumatization and I don’t want this job anymore so please protect them, and there, and these, and here and keep our village safe so the rebels do not actually haveContinue reading “Hello, Village of My Heart”

Made by the Teeth of Lions

In this liar’s bed we don’t speak of lion dens we just speak of marble men– statues done by chipped chisels helD in haNds with imAgined plans then tested by the predators, we are built out of tribulation unchosen and chance– surely you see this presence of mine is just stone surely you see myContinue reading “Made by the Teeth of Lions”