I hope you enjoy this early video poem, written for the little guy who no one seems to like but me.
This morning I went outside to gather up some dandelions for tea
A short visual poem about a guy who figures out he needs to get moving.
This, when the goal is to ignore the practical for the incomprehensible.
Warning: this may be inspired by teenage emo music.
Here is something a little different that came about while writing Lectures Delivered to Nobody.
The third of Lectures Delivered to Nobody
It’s actually just one problem.
From the beginning of all this, there had been a sense that anything produced on an overhead projector would bear some semblance to old school classrooms…
parentheses takes drink parentheses so it’s like how does the digital age
A stream of thought observation/opinion about sharing failures on social media
It’s like they are afraid someone will find out they are not living perfect lives.
Woe is me, obviously.
Walking. Walking. Walking…
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
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
the broken and the menders
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
you try not looking despite your curiosity