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there is nothing funny about killing washed-out poets and making stew from college professors
these are not clips and phrases made in jest and they absolutely are not sarcasm with shock appeal to get a laugh
but disguised they are harmless ramblings of an angry student, passable as empty threats to entertain
to blow off steam perhaps
if the backbone was possessed or maybe triggered by the final push from sanity; if this perversity materialized
you wouldn't laugh then, would you.
these are not clips and phrases made in jest and they absolutely are not sarcasm with shock appeal to get a laugh
but disguised they are harmless ramblings of an angry student, passable as empty threats to entertain
to blow off steam perhaps
if the backbone was possessed or maybe triggered by the final push from sanity; if this perversity materialized
you wouldn't laugh then, would you.
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
in the seams
(a) when I was young I was a robin that stole the eggs from another's nest.
fitted upon my stare there was a warning
personal's too personal for me, well i
would not use wings if i had 'em.
a child of rye with a silhouette spoiled by the sun, I was, I am.
and sometimes I see some vengeful sparrows still under my fingernails;
their glistening beaks snap melodies that rib a hundred bird-bone cages,
so light you could blow 'em away with a twist of your lungs.
and there are still words jailed between my teeth and my tongue and I do not speak of,
do not think of
them,
but they rattle between bone and flesh and I
drown them s
Literature
Six Word Story
my mother kept smiles in bottles
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just when i complain about not writing anything in forever, i write this.
it's a stupid poem, if you can even call it a poem. but at least it's something.
it's a stupid poem, if you can even call it a poem. but at least it's something.
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