V.1 Wading through the mind’s sludge, You see, a search light drag across the jagged waters, you onward trod, ever vigilant, hoping (against hope) to find something of value to your own thrashing executioner.
Chiffon air rapture She screamed as she fell, thirty stories down, down her mad judo skillz couldn’t help her now. Squalid asphalt caught her archipelago of emotion (Did she bounce?) He looked at the calendar, too many lonely years ahead. He put down his fork, and jumped. They could not prevent the closing of his [...]
What is lemonade? Two jiggers of kick and a shot of pizzazz.
[Each of these poems was written after moving to a piece of music, then writing this while listening to the music again. Each number corresponds to a different song. If anyone else posted theirs, link to here so we can read how they're similar...] Freewheeling and dealing, we’ll swoon together now Blossom and bright in [...]
Translation of this poem by Han Shan. (The top one) Musical ocean lightning Disenchanted flame Falling tree of smoke The tadpole flies over demon bats Squat man watches As the butterfly lights Flits about He ponders the lightness of being His wife of virtue and fertility jagged Climbing The heart Points towards the heavens’ ascent. [...]
Green is grass Green is prepubescent flowers Green is a new recruit Green is seasickness Green is camouflage Green is burning copper Green is guacamole Green is St. Patrick Green is a blackboard
Joan was cool; she was just young enough to still relate, still have enough spark to indulge in childness, but responsible and rock solid. Her car, the tank she called it and old boat of a buick that swung wide when she spun the pizza sized steering wheel. —//— Her name was Adrianna but we [...]
Leroy Solitude of living the myth of a jungle paradise jamborees with all our lemur pals playing exotic disney songs and swinging from the branches. 100% polyester. No fingers, just a flat palm stitched lines no movement. Yet he has more than that already. The power to transport—to a fantastic dimension, away from the horrors [...]
nanda She waited Parked patiently on the road across from school for the bell to ring, and the stream of eager children spilled out of the large green front doors I spotted her car without trying, it was hard not to. I wasn’t sure how to explain, or whether to do anything but shrug as [...]
RAGE Hippopotamus swimming in a still lagoon sweetly large and curved, hiding its rage Solitude An empty rowboat floating listlessly—embedded in the glassine surface of the lake. History Epstein with his hunch, hump still full of fire though not even 60
