SinThis has been a year without poetry. Words fled at my touch, and a gaze of stone drifted aimlessly like brittle leaves in seawater.
(sanityis a cold hard crunchspoken words imitate colors of thoughtnight blossoms down trunkscascade of new penniescopper coated zinc tearsglitter…
Delete PoemWindows cannot delete “you;” it is invisibleand even shy. We were freezingwith two pairs of gloves on while I triedto show that electron motion meansthe internet is a thing, under the routine helicopters.It’s real easy to get a list of psychos’ habitsand try them out just for fun;you can end up…
Rural Backdrop PoemThere’s gonna be a gritty, rural backdropand gasoline scent all over.I don’t want any phone calls.There are a few plumbers available at midnight;there are tons of fast foods available at midnight.
WordsI see words every day.As long as I’ve lived,every day is a revelationand a poem’s just an arm’s reach away.But nobody told me my arm would growand growwith every passing day.
Government-Issued Glasses PoemYou’ve gotta get those government-issued glasseseven though you can passall the eye exams for your driver’s license.Your passport was full of holograms,and the stamps for Francestretched back to the Pleistocene.
Pieces like this are exactly the reason feminism is still needed in our relatively privileged Western society. You’ve illustrated your own opinion to be a moot point.
