Does a beetle Feel pain When it walks on The carpet And is set upon By any blunt object I can find? When its legs are Paralyzed Does it know That it’s its time? As it writhes, Does it writhe? Does it know that’s What it’s doing? When it slows After it sustains Another blowContinue reading “Thumper”
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This Battlefield
Is littered with necklaces Symbols Shared shirts And sweet scents Scattered with papers Upon which are words Wonderfully verse To illicit emotion Yellowing forever Among the dirt And bodies And outposts They pick up In wind and fly Into barbed wire To be eviscerated There are odd weapons Rapiers of princes Hellish spears Knight’s broadswordsContinue reading “This Battlefield”
I’m Scared
I’m Scared That I see my life as a movie And that I’m not my own Protagonist And I’m only a supporting Character to so many Other people Just a face A background An extra To my own story And my own stories I tell because no one Else will ever tell me As anythingContinue reading “I’m Scared”
Ninety-Eight Jeep Cherokee… My Wolverine
Ninety-Eight Jeep Cherokee… My Wolverine A high-caliber bullet, A jade butterfly, And a big key Dangle around a mirror. Years ago There was A boy in the backseat Playing his boombox. With your mighty treads The boy crawls Over steep hills and Through deep floods, And your weathered screen Deflects wind snaps, Shakes off heavyContinue reading “Ninety-Eight Jeep Cherokee… My Wolverine”
Consume Reality! 