Recently on Instagram, I posted this poem. After reading Quait journal’s Issue 2: circle poems, I was inspired to write poems … More
A short visual poem about a guy who figures out he needs to get moving.
Casper was a people pleaser //
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
The wide sweep of planets that beguile me
Shook off the alarm clock shock and walked with zombies on the mall promenade until the oblong paradox unlocked itself and
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
the Spring grit / of road grime / salt and care / lessness crumb / ling
from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
nobody knows till it shows (so says Schroe)
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