I can ring you up for / what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.
(poetry)
Category: Poetry
20th century monk / High Priest of Art / The Legendary Master— / in his bare immaculate altar of a studio / in the heart of New York City.
(poetry)
ParaGard: [thank you student health/insurance] a type of long-acting, / reversible, contraceptive, intrauterine / device.
(poetry)
Ghosts stories/told around the campfire/predicted my future.
(poetry)
Our government only practices against a sunset bleeding into the cradle of tactile landing.
(Poetry)
the city’s landmarks / are illuminated / by your stopover in my thoughts
(TCTC Translations)
I pledge allegiance to no man, / let alone some fucking flag
(poetry)
We’re whiter and more rural which means we don’t pick the president—we just narrow the view.
(poetry)
Eyes reflect the distortions / of a whitewashed mind.
(poetry)
The footbridge is missing a plank. / He has frayed the regard of everybody he knows.
(poetry)
Haranguing shots, agony, careening / blue lights stir fever in a dark bedroom.
(poetry)
Many are drawn to martins covered with feathers that seem to absorb ash, stained with orange glass shards. (poetry)
Apparently to be a poet—dogmatic on the outside / and lacking conviction within / is a hell one can leave / but doesn’t.
(poetry)
but the sea swoons / with delight in holy purity / but sand breaks the stone / that covers my face
(poetry)
Whilst searching through an unfamiliar room, / the guest against the bedstead sets abloom. / A blemished bruise that raise on his shank pain’s gloom.
(poetry)
on its way to a hip’s ball / and socket
(poetry)
Once, existence was on / full speed, catching rumors.
(poetry)
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches / and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit (poetry)
Cut right in the middle
(poetry)
America ignored dogs
splinters floods tears / the people who’ve had citizenship for / over a hundred years.
(poetry)
dark people mark a place as dangerous or destitute, the word / jawn marks a place people gloss over on their way to DC
(poetry)
Keep it secret, keep it safe:
(poetry)
And not one protection / has come to them / nothing sound
(poetry)
Easier to say, there / are too many poets and there aren’t enough rebels.
(poetry)
For what do I need / this beautiful key? (poetry)
