attempt to trace
the defects of society
to the defects of human nature.
the shape of a society
on the ethical nature
of the individual.
then adult life appears,
dignified and capable,
enmeshed in the same evil
as the children.
prepare to take
the children in a cruiser
which will be hunting its enemy
in the same implacable Way.
[yet] who will rescue
Grasshoppers we are
no pesticides can harm us
seasons to share
billions of WordPress.com posts…
9m ago, it was just a jellyfish.
12m ago, he took her right hand and continued but
21m ago, where, in the end,
28m ago, in the future, trucks could run on poop.
32m ago, an IBM 7094 was the first computer to sing,
“42m ago, all the people that I tagged as friends and
52m ago, you made me feel safe, I never felt like I was alone!”
56m ago, a clutch unchaperoned.
57m ago, with most of the rich kids cowering in the airport…
1h ago, is this a painting?
1h ago, perhaps my perspective will change.
1h ago, die with glory!
With thankful eyes to:
Eyes + Words
Man of many thoughts
Moly, The Hodge and The Podge or vice versa
mopana, look around!
sarahylockwood, The Critiquing Chemist
We only find abdominal bliss
After we sign for the package
Left upon our crooked doorstep
By a maudlin brother grim
Our final results were sown tangentially
Once we spat brown, broken seeds
Into the cracked and wicked soil
That sat long waiting for revenge
In our distant, spacious futures
Most make love to ghostly figures
Instead, I peer toward between spaces
And sharply whisper your bright name
I’ll be at Jawbone Open Poetry Weekend in Kent, OH next Friday 5/5 and at White Whale Bookstore in Pittsburgh, PA next Saturday night.
4754 Liberty Ave
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 15224
If you’re in the neighborhood, come out and say hi. Bring lemonade.
A part of the People
we can’t find
you’re looking for
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Surprised by all this,
like a shrimp from the teppan
tossed into my nose.
At the bottom of a chipped tea cup, I watch a far future form from wet leaves.
Hibiscus histories and
Spearmint sagas and
Licorice lives yet lived.
Soggy, soggy our future there
At the bottom of that cup.
Clumped together our future there
At the bottom of that cup.
A woman praying on the wall.
A dragon devouring the moon.
A dying child handle-bound.
A future seen too soon.
Videos of every reading here, in reverse order:
I may have some thoughts to put out later, but likely anything I’d write would be a variation of WOW! so I’ll probably just get back to the regularly scheduled programming here soon.
To all those that made it out, thanks for making the event fantastic.
To those that couldn’t make it: try harder next year!