Poetry

Sadness calls…

It’s sad that life’s a bitch and then you die.

It’s sad when there’s no time left to over compensate.

Yet it’s even more sad when poetry doesn’t pay the bills.

you can say

You can say all you want,

make it right, make it wrong.

accurate or inaccurate,

write a book, give yourself a name.

you might even find it in your dreams,

Let’s play a poetry game

The rules are simple

1. Pick a theme
2. Tell it in two-word lines
3. Keep it minimalist
4. Must be funny
5. Up to 50 lines

midget nation

I went for a walk and saw a crow with dog poop in its beak,

2 squirrels fighting over an empty vodka bottle,

i saw an extra-short pink shoe lace in the middle of a hiking trail,

death buffet

Dogs in packs during the Japanese Imperial War
ate the villagers before turning on each other
preserved their own at the cost of near starvation
had more respect for their own
than soldiers did for their commanders
a pack led by an alpha dog
had a better memory than human historians
a sense of respect as…

onion

The hardest thing about poetry is to convey a feeling without complicating it.

philosophers are terrible poets

poets aim for the center of the interpretational onion

don’t force

Never force anything,

much less; a conversation.

not when your partner,

needs, to be alone.

…

Not everything is you,

conflict of interest

Should meditation be passive or dynamic?

Don’t judgments bring a moral principle to light?

Embrace the winner of the opposite perspective,

what sells

Cheap ice cream sells,

drugs & alcohol sell,

obnoxious talking heads on social media sell,

you know what else sells?

mom’s dirty underwear,

nobody

Nobody knows what compels decisions,

what makes us complacent,

stupidly reckless.

…

Nobody can agree on the definition of fate,