Fuck it’s a fight about A poem about fighting Fuck what I feel You know who cares? Not a one Gives a fuck About me and My bad luck Think I give a shit About what I feel? God damn what I am Just ain’t even real Motherfuckers won’t Remember my bruised Face and blackenedContinue reading “Round 3”
Category Archives: April Era (III)
Sequence
Flowing like a gutter Just an arm to another Destined for the dirty sewers Through dank tunnels Drains for the storms For the clouds overhead Could you take a leaf out On the water and ride it? Mucky and grimy Algae is climbing Quick city currents Lightless and blinding Fabricate a way to change TheContinue reading “Sequence”
Abstergo Invictus
Bitter frost Warm hearts South Tacoma Way There to slam poetry Signed up Signed you up, too Waited for you To get dropped off ‘Cause your dad Didn’t know this event Wasn’t extra credit We waited for Real Art A stand-up show To perform in But it never happened We signed up And left forContinue reading “Abstergo Invictus”
Real Art
Whole place Is a green room We’re all getting ready Setdressing rehearsing Blocking every move Post all bills Exposed structures Beams and frames Lights and limes That urban vibe A venue with its own Dim shine
Fighting Fit
Even when I’m miserable Just pump me full of Chemicals And Rock and roll And I bet you I’ll feel better
Blast Rip
This fitbit on my wrist Was made in China And I wear it when I sleep As I listen to vinyl Records I ripped to my phone I wake up in the morning And I check my reddit My post about poetry: 5 upvotes Sweet! I get my coffee and I’m driving LMFAO on myContinue reading “Blast Rip”
Prestige
What is this Chagrin As I sit in the wake Of those who have Achieved At a grand table I have a seat With them For a discourse And a five course Dinner Dressed to the nines In a black tie Looking around at “Competition” Mohagany has never Been so uncomfortable Under tall ceilings andContinue reading “Prestige”
Hope
A fringe of dyed emerald Hair peeks out From behind your hijab Shy smile white teeth Your wrapping a deep ocean blue With distant glittery suns Woven in it Smokey nebulae surround A grin worth galaxies Poetry class peer Advanced Writing workshopper Award winner Yet some split ends Were showing And I pointed Them outContinue reading “Hope”
Bedouin
Textured red leather Notebook In the palm Of my hand Sitting In the sand Leather shoes off To feel the grains A matching brown-red Belt loosened To enjoy the sun In this glorious desert
Metro 2027
Cobalt salt Probably wasn’t Your fault “Fallout” callout Yeah, we know Our world’s done for As far as it shows Tsar bomba? MOABs? Atomic weapons? Kinetic bombardment? No We went Thermonuclear Cobalt salt Not your fault You didn’t have the button To take out frustration Detonate They didn’t wait To split atoms As a deterrentContinue reading “Metro 2027”
Consume Reality! 