I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with social media, but I’ve been botching it pretty hard, for sure. Something needs to change.
A stream of thought observation/opinion about sharing failures on social media
Possible futures and multiple observers.
It’s like they are afraid someone will find out they are not living perfect lives.
Prismatic color schemes on a plate of picnic beans.
Woe is me, obviously.
The order depends on how you look at it.
The next installment in projecting words where they usually don’t appear.
Up and down and up that same hill.
Walking. Walking. Walking…
After a month of waiting on the mail system to catch up with priority shipping, it’s here!
I have been working on a new poetry project, though.
potable / notions of omnipotent / quotables / oh! holy yoke / choking the hopeful
(s/he) before the core chore / of composed small talk / quotients had been ignored / you contorted
as if / scripts unencrypt the / littlest infiniteness
penitent bearers of ever eventful / fences / the skyward consensus / forgets this place is god’s presence
I mean it’s easy to see I’m / just quizzical folly but moon / light shines and I take on the / appearance of princely
I never move / fluid doom / cocooning putrid moods / tuned into elusives
… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.
…which is to say that if I stop believing I exist I will, in fact, cease to exist—or else my cat is the reason I exist, in which case, I’m doomed.
Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up