Poetry
Wednesday Words – verbs misplaced are poetry
THESE gleeful emotions, sonorous and profound: words words words trippingly tapping my tongue, Lolita – Alone in my apartment forever, full and empty now no words to punish, nor doubt dismember just glee, glee, glee – the delight of rustification and Mephistopheles, the triumph of fidelity and Calaban: a sycophantic hieroglyph indelible, at ease – [...]
Wednesday Words – November
He sits with cigarette smoke and a chill in the air outdoors the graying city, watching her guests take pictures they will use to tell a story about themselves to people he will never meet, and “There is a loneliness to the rehearsal of dreams,” he thinks. Any minute now his life, like pages scattering, [...]
Modern Man
He wears his name on his chest So you won’t forget it – Or so you can pretend To know him already. He is always composing something: Emails, text messages, A status update or Sarcastic comeback – But he cannot compose the moments of his life except as some blind necklacer, sliding unseen gemstones over [...]
