NaPoWriMo 2013: XV
I genuflect to her idiolect
I tried to approach with respect but she read me like a memo
She was soft and direct
“Get in the back and lower a window”
I genuflect to her idiolect
Like she knew I would
NaPoWriMo 2013: XI
I’m better with comedy and invectives
But nothing’s funny and there’s no one to blame
Nothing’s funny and there’s no one to blame
NaPoWriMo 2013: X
Like a rucksack full of light bulbs
Being transported over vaguely European hills
Heavy boots falling
Finding traction on unsure terrain
Listing with uneven steps
Fragile and bright
Awkwardly taut
This is how I feel
Dear NYPD,
Dear NYPD,
Stop and frisk can stop and kiss my ass
Signed more black people than your city has
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A little late on posting this because I kept trying to make it longer
I’ve been neglecting this lately
But some friends and I have recently gotten into D&D and it’s making me feel much more creative
And I’m working on a short story
And hopefully I’ll have something to share here soon.
Women and Poetry
One day I’ll share my poetry with a special woman
Or I’ll share myself with a woman who enjoys my poetry
And she’ll run, or she’ll stay, or maybe we’ll just fuck
She may ask me to write a poem about her
I’ll tell her I only write invectives
She’ll run and I
I’ll write a poem about her
Grasping
The roadways flooded
Water and weeds and limbs of trees
Trampled by the ire of motorists
I walk along a Jersey shore after a storm
Rough water smacks its lips on a frigid day
Moist sand compacts beneath my feet
Strands of freshly torn seaweed wrap around my ankles
Grasping with malice or
Grasping with despair
Holding on to me, holding on to be remembered
Rain cascaded
Not falling in drops, but in waves
Blowing forth and back
Marring our vision
Delaying our progress
Like tears we shed for those whom teach us to love apathy
Wipers frantic and useless sweep the glass
Like clenched fists pressed to sockets
My toes go numb as the tides carry away my gaze
As debris is swept away down hills
And bridges and streets and thoroughfares to the rivers, the oceans, the currents
To the the horizon, with my gaze
Like the magnitudes beyond quarrels thunder shook passersby
Lightning shot up and crashed down like so much hope
The storm marches forth
We weather it and continue on
This is terrifying
This is exhilarating
This is existence and I passed through it
I step inland
And I shake my foot free
OBL
I celebrated a man’s death
I danced
I sang
I marched
I chanted
I drank a bottle of champagne
I celebrated a man’s death
A voice in the box told me it was despicable
A professor said we were just like the ones that waved their flags after the towers fell
Maybe I am
Just like them
Hurt
Happy
Human
Women too.
that have had all of the world’s writings and knowledges
less than 5 minutes away
a search of a torrent site
and we can see all the greatest art
and read all the great texts
and we all masturbate to sasha grey deepthroating a dick instead
