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Solar Flytrap – Rehashed
Been a while since we’ve done one of these! But these are fun, and since I’m feeling incredibly broken let’s go to a place that is broken. The inspiration for Somewhere Else, the place a very long drive away, the place that is isolated for good reason, Ellensburg! I haven’t stopped harping on about thisContinue reading “Solar Flytrap – Rehashed”
Light Control – Journal 11/14/17
Tomorrow is an open mic at Pierce College and I intend to go. I’ve edited and prepped that poem “Alter Egoes” I mentioned a bit ago, and I must say I’m increasingly happy with how it sounds. I’ve said to death: political bullshit is way too easy and at the same time way too difficultContinue reading “Light Control – Journal 11/14/17”
Hoc Etiam
I write poems Because Long works Drain me To think wit’s soul Is brevity But in books A plot mechanizes, Every poem is up To interpret And some see What they want to, Clearly, And everybody Who reads my poems Walks away with A reflection Is there music in Rhymes or ciphers Sometimes I wasteContinue reading “Hoc Etiam”
Words Over Inches
Distance makes and breaks a lot of things It chains our reach and clouds our heads For there was that Bellingham girl Waiting for me it seemed no matter what We exchanged letters of love Across distance Where messages lost in translation Delievered mixed messages Distorted words to a person unnerved Every day one receivedContinue reading “Words Over Inches”
‘Sell Out’ Badge
Unsheathe
Pen click mimics The flick Of a drawn Knife Ready to slash And pierce Into flesh and Ink metals Ready For combat
Powerful
Poetry You have its Beautiful form In every meter Each Book chapter verse Your body A rhythmverse And mind A brilliant burst Part present futures For now there is thirst And I know you’ll pick The right words For better Or for worse
Mentor’s Refuge
Template Meaningless Art made For art’s sake Long live portable 11 And all the things It makes Even the pitiful Toil Its subjects Fake When they Struggle To create Pins to put things up Framed matte So much loose paper Pens and pencils Meaning all what you make
Limerick
I wanted to write a limerick But I don’t know dick About rhyme