“You did not talk politics, except/to tell me we were being watched” (poetry)
Tag: Poetry
“Weird fantastic beings of a/Super-intelligence. Ruling a race of syntheic humans/and pitting them against mankind’s dream.” (poetry)
“in soft squares, you try to neglect/your worries and shut down/the war-voices,” (Poetry)
“Each day the quick kick of the dream/empties another body/ and the ghosts move through unkempt streets/named Lincoln and Delaware,” (Poetry)
“left them in the earth to grow their roots and they reached all over…not allowed the roles except/maids and gardeners and gangsters and prisoners”
“from their beacon hands/glow worldwide welcomes and a thousand smiles.” (Poetry)
“at recess the innocent school/children play and gambol in/pure non-denominational play”
“I dreamed the sun, very low,/painting me a mustache of sweat and coal.”
“I wondered aloud/if on those odds days/where I felt like a hunted squid/that what I was actually feeling/was Light Cerulean Blue” (Poetry)
“I see that the innocent face/beneath the long-brimmed, straw hat/does not seem to know it is raining.” (Poetry)
All the other cool calm quite sensible terms had stable gigs in respectable stories. (Poetry)
“‘I can ring you up for/what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.'” (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, inrauterine/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)
“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)
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)
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches/ and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit
Cut right in the middle
dark people mark a place as dangerous or destitute, the word/ jawn marks a place people gloss over on their way to DC
And not one protection/ has come to them/ nothing sound.
