Open t. New nonsense, get your new nonsense! Animals are cute and stupid. The caption makes this so much worse. An ad that calls me fat. Incorrect anime quotes. Ha ha, I do that! Holy cow, someone drew that?! Incomprehensible humor. Fandoms I only know…
Category: Marathon Poem
Trojan object *- hour 5
You know there is light, legit and honorary, shining. In the same wave, there is light, legit and honorary, deafening. Beyond the tactile and the projectile, there is a faith that light is attracted to light. A quasi-satellite of it leaves deep craters of belief…
These Old Shoes – hour 6
These old shoes they’ve felt the road a cobbled path the cold winds blowed afore and aft on a bridge I once trode. A scuff here and there from a trip down some stairs and a hole in the sole tells how long I…
As We All Know
Ambling on, down by the trenches Needing a sign to relieve me Of these aches and pains Climbing and wiggling in my legs A realization I’m not ready to call Although I convoy an escort Who seems to be very annoying But I knew that,…
Hour 5: The Ancestors
Time capsule enlightens my mind Memories that faded Emerges to the surface Letter from the ancestors Prediction about the current situation The ancestors had reminded us But, we unintentionally neglected the advise The world was not okay, and even worse now The ancestors expected us…
A New Day Hour 6 Poem 6
The sun is setting, A new horizon is near, Embrace the new day.
Love in a Pedestrian Evening
Your words carry me on. Through the dark night, under starlight. The ships in the habour sleeping. We’re an hour or so from home, But I don’t notice. The river is canopied in midnight, But the conversation drifts us on A current, I spin under…
IMAGINARY TRAINS – Hour Six (2021)
IMAGINARY TRAINS what we never think about confounds us wheels abroad the highway in an inaccessible America wondering at the rate of direct delivery when Amazon gives a food stamp discount no joke so the city’s desert fails to find fresh fruit bodega brunch…
Hour 6: The Grave of a Poet
An unmarked grave Sans name, sans words Lies outside the town Somewhere around the old library My friend says, it must be a poet But I do not agree Surrounded by weeds Only wildflowers to be seen This tiny space in earth Must be a…
#6- The City and I
Cold and warm at the same time, My blankets heating the ice in me, Seeing only the black behind my eyes, As I pull the hoodie closer to me. The car my little home, Like a tortoise carrying my home around, The comfort of it…