Constellations The dust on my phone looks like stars in the sky. And every time my screen locks, I see planets circling around and around the earth, stars so hot, they’re about to burst, vacuums, space sucking in and in, hope. With every glimpse,…
Category: Marathon Poem
UBIK
Everything, everywhere All = you you = everything, everywhere Be = you I am I am you I am Everywhere, everything All you Me you We you Him you Her you ME ME ME ME All for a LOWLOW price!
9 – nest – (inga simpson)
your bones hollow, dressed in your prettiest threafds waiting for the return of the fallen memories collected around your heart a soft place to rest a home hoarded, from other discarded lives distain at your ramshackle life but you alone have woven hope from death.
Overturned
I’ve knocked you off your perch at last, You wretched bird faced creep! And there you lie, all black and ragged, Downed by your criminal past! It wasn’t such a cosmic leap, You being just a maggot On the face of a zombie cast From…
Curse Breaker
As I listen to my children I shake my head with disgust, sadness, regret Not at them or because of them It’s because of myself This is what I passed down When they were but eggs in my womb I’m not able to change what…
Hour 9: Watership Down
It struck me as the name of A vessel in distress Like Titanic, mortally wounded and sinking It called to mind daring rescues and War movies and Tom Hanks, for some reason It was my mother’s favorite And I knew it was about rabbits…
Green Eggs, Ham and Mice with Cookies and Milk
My name isn’t Sam. I won’t pester you to eat Foods that have somehow managed to survive years beyond their shelf life. I won’t ask you to do silly things like give mice cookies or milk in glasses. Instead, I’ll invite you to come spend…
Sex and Death to the Age Fourteen
your average american child has no idea about death and sex is taboo but violence and rape define the culture add celebrity and you’ve got quite the American dream Spot’s sex is violent and Jane is addicted to the sound of her own voice maybe…
Time To Sleep Again (2019 Poem 5)
Sunny days without end Feeling lost without a friend Empty house waiting for life and family Books to entertain every mind Large glasses full of red wine Duelling couches ready for napping Dogs curled up for the afternoon Hoping that I will meet you soon…
Rushing and I can
Rushing and I Can Virginia Carraway Stark Sometimes when I’m rushing I have to wonder why there are way more missiles and satellites than stars than I can count in the sky sometimes when I can I wonder why I let so many golden chances…