Tag: creative writing

untitled (20170223)

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little new in the news
(little love lost between late lovers)

i thought i was a cynic
defined once as a failed, frustrated romantic

but

that’s a digression
that’s a depression
that’s a diversion

everyone wants to be
a snowflake these days
perfect
unique
fragile
as ephemeral as a cherry blossom
and so so cold
so cold you can’t expect
any warmth
just a glint of light
reflected and refracted
an impermanent diamond

no one is a snowflake
you’re all just raindrops
and you’re not even making
me wet

do i contradict your worldview?
very well then, i contradict it

what we have here is a (failure)
to communicate
but it’s only because my mirror
has darkened and cracked
on a different xy coordinate
than your own one dimensional glass

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
OpenLinkNight #190

manicured wastelands without roots (20170221)

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from the latin
sub “below, near”
and urbs (genitive urbis) “city”

so then, one might say
something beneath a city
growing
fungus like
virulent and in the dark
but really
what else grows in shadows
and in shit

just so many mushroom capped
spore spreaders without
bearing the weight of skyscrapers
and the dreams that built them
stone on stone

the murder rate is lower
but the suicide rate is higher
in spite of the lack of tall buildings

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Poetics – suburb poetry

if i messaged myself while trying to write a poem (20170216)

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breaking into a sweat–no
breaking into a swear
after the nightly walk
wait
stroll
breaking into a swear
after a twilight stroll

wouldn’t you break into a sweat during the stroll?

that’s i why changed it to swear

don’t act like you knew where this train was going
you just bought the ticket
sight unseen
you didn’t even wonder about
the direction the tracks pointed–

breaking into a swear
following the course
of our discourse

very clever

you know what? fuck off

you always resort to swearing
when you run out of things to say

that’s kind of the point

liminal space beneath a rock (20170215)

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today i lifted the rock
where as a child
i always found a menagerie
hapless creatures
slugs pillbugs spiders worms
damp in the shade between
their stone sky
and wet earth beneath
their many feet and raw bellies

only dry dust coated
the bottom of the stone
no damp earth, but a hole
carved through the earth
and in it
the sky on the other side
of the world
as if someone had placed
a mirror beneath the rock

but the sky below
held stars other than sun
and placing my hand through
the small opening
i felt ocean spray
on my palm
and no distance between here
and there