Poetry

Oh the fury of my heart, conflicting with my arrogant mind and all this time I felt sure that intellect would set me free; it never occurred to me that feeling an intellect was foundational to spiriting a life of separation. Even I don’t understand it.

The other day, in a store of books, there was one that purported to show just how I could improve my poetry. it suggested i not spent to much time on my opening line, though i’m not sure why, because i don’t. he suggested reversing things and traversing things and once there was a mention, … Read moreHow To Write Poetry

I am pained by my comrades in this Drunken Expose’ of lost lives and an inability to cope. I am the same as them. All the bottles on the wall hollering aloud their dreams are just us cast in glass. Suicide might be easier than listening to that god damned worthless voice. I could kill … Read moreDrunken Expose’

i love fidel castro, if only for the sin; i think he’s swell to make so many swim, god knows it’d be easy for us all to go and blame him, but the peasants that revolted, well, they’re the real sin; this kind of poverty is more pure than pure gold, it’s the balance of … Read moreI Love Fidel Castro

sometimes a song can make me cry, sometimes a poem sends me into a rage, sometimes a word makes me hurt, sometimes I don’t want to turn the page.

I have seen summer in the winter and hate nested among love; Toppled trees and fat cruise ships seems it should be the opposite – and everyone is just happy they’re not in the sugar cane fields (anymore). I wonder at my assumptions for the world’s ambitions and perhaps when the 3rd world is your … Read moreTourist

while hours away and don’t dream, pink screams on the street blue screams on the toilet. Do you see them in the gutters with their snarling teeth bared, twisted empty guts, wanting life more than you do? cessation. endless death in Victory Mansions wishing abortion was the choice. Get on with it already. needles in … Read more