The wide sweep of planets that beguile me
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
the Spring grit / of road grime / salt and care / lessness crumb / ling
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?
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
might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre
… 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.
ink that manifested that poem is a stain on an old cotton shirt
The second installment of some kinda Over Head Projector Project–a visual exploration of light, space, objects and what is manifest in poetry and image.
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
The fresh blossomed trees beneath bright blue / unblemished sky—Bird bellowed tunes floating through Spring shower clouds in rhythmic time—Flower … More
Sharing a freestyle (free write) from a few days ago. Thought it’s time to start sharing what I love to write without worrying about revision.
Like a soul that knows it cannot be comprehended by its body, the meaning of a poem is left to devices outside of language, outside of formal knowledge or rationality.