poetry I wish you would 26 Jul 202026 Jul 2020 EmbodyMy contradictions. Return meto Myself, The oneYou bring With you. — Until FurtherNotice, I aman anvil Too heavyTo carry For even TheStrongestman. —————- "I shall commit my thoughts to paper,…
poetry Imagery of PerMANent Residence 8 Jul 20208 Jul 2020 All theHorribleMen stillLive insideMy brain. They’re quietTenantsMostOf the time, Though, Occasionally, TheyLike toMakeThemselvesKnown ThroughoutMy Cranium. TheyWill notBe silenced. — It starts outSlow “Remember me?” But soon,They sprawlAnd climbMolestingThe spaces They’vemarkedIn…
poetry A/S/L? 30 May 202030 May 2020 One ofThe firstmostIntimateThings I recollectGrowing upWas onceI fell andScrapedMy kneeOn somepavement And thisNeighborhoodBoy Who I wasBest friends withAt the time Took meInto hisGarage, Pulled outHisFirst aid, And appliedA band-aidTo my…
poetry Perhaps 13 Jan 202022 Apr 2020 Make it Nothing at all. Scrape Me out, Cleanse My Procedural palette. Make it Palatable For the Population, Blandness Is P-P-Preferable. Perforate All plans Platonically. Promise playfulness, but Pregnant with…
poetry Afterlife 12 Jan 202012 Jan 2020 I was And I wasn’t, Then. I Lied deep Inside me; Crawl Creep and Cry free. I die to Remind me. — I lived All The life I had, And…
poetry My Favorite Compliment 29 Oct 201929 Oct 2019 Is when Men Tell me, "Your Feminism Exhausts Me" Like I don't know The feeling. Like Anyone Asked To try A New exercise, Their body [Tired and slack; Bulging O…
poetry Today I did my dishes 4 Sep 20194 Sep 2019 but it felt like, Praxis. most of my life I've succumb to manthraxis: the ideological practice of men. -- In third grade a neighborhood boy sold me my first ever…
poetry The Man-Ager 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 Hung His own sign: “Self-Banned From Dreamland” Too drunk To remember Directions Of Minds eye to Get there; Adding REM To list Of places Too deep In the thick, he’d…
poetry Levi 11 Aug 201713 Mar 2019 today's the birthday of this dead vegan guy I met in 2011 at this hookah bar the modern post. he was great; Full of life, but seemed so depressed. His…
poetry Come Play 3 Jul 20173 Jul 2017 A sprinkler full of acid Looks just like a sprinkler. running through; the contents eat down to my bones and then some.
