… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
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)
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
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?
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
… 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 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.
ink that manifested that poem is a stain on an old cotton shirt
So I nabbed it to write poems on.
the core of you could be seen //
at least one part you still cherish of this being // here, let me see in