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
… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.
the broken and the menders
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
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?
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
I am other / sound of thunder
… because I am a fool.
I work hard to ignore the critical voice in my head telling me that poems need to be finished and should never appear before a reader’s eyes without first having gone through many revisions and multiple workshop partners.
But that ain’t livin.
So I nabbed it to write poems on.