cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
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
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
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
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.
It was high time / I got out of there
Light is a little like…
These / dots / these evil / deep, dark / drops / I / can’t / stand / them / must / stop / them
Funny-ish poems about my morning commute when I lived in Dresden, Humpty Dumpty and a Martian.
Visual poems that are basically my high school experience.
A project I’m working on that involves a deep fascination with circles that move & live.