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.
Casper was a people pleaser //
Warning: this may be inspired by teenage emo music.
Here is something a little different that came about while writing Lectures Delivered to Nobody.
It teaches us to pay attention, to learn how to be alone with ourselves.
One word can also start a poem.
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.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
Shook off the alarm clock shock and walked with zombies on the mall promenade until the oblong paradox unlocked itself and
a context of wet sands
nobody knows till it shows (so says Schroe)
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