Poetry
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 [...]
unpunctuated sentences, verbs misplaced are poetry
Yeah so I know it’s been like two months since I blogged. But get off my back, pretend-fans! Sometimes you have to take a little time off from self-aggrandizing to just be, ya know? Anyway, to put an end to your imaginary letters of desperation (in which you urge me to write anything, ANYTHING!) I [...]
New York Is A Nasty Habit
Against my better judgment I am posting this poem, which I wrote to honor the thousands upon thousands of artists slain in battle with this giant city. East of Manhattan New York, we come to you to dash our dreams against your rocks and hear our wishes squish between the toes of skyscrapers. We come [...]
