you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
I am other / sound of thunder
Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre
… moment spent beside / the self upon which my / self wrests presented / me with such an alarm / I could not //
Light is a little like…
These / dots / these evil / deep, dark / drops / I / can’t / stand / them / must / stop / them
where a mouse sees the future or a rabbit causes an earthquake to tear the ancient hospital apart.
… because I am a fool.
For this group of Overhead Projector Poem-ing poems I decided I would take my fancy projector to the Wick Poetry Center.
I will say this: Jupiter Ascending is a fantastic movie and you should stop judging it.