Ravenna, Ohio    1989 -   
J.M. Romig is a storyteller who tells stories in many different ways - through writing poetry, plays, and other things like that. He is always writing something new and always finding new ways to write.

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J.M. Romig is a storyteller who tells stories in many different ways - through writing poetry, plays, and other things like that. He is always writing something new and always finding new ways to write.

If you want to contact him visit his facebook page www.facebook.com/thecatalystpoet or follow him on tumblr ( destinationdetour.tumblr.com)
JM Romig
JM Romig
May 18

Church bells.
That's my first memory.
Waking up to the sound of church bells
with a rawness in my throat
and stiffness in my cheeks
that could only come
from crying myself to sleep the night before

The sun is leaking through the window binds,
painting the entire room this mysterious yellow color
-I would later learn, from Instagram, as sepia-
corraling much of the sunlight into a few distilled beams
that spotlight dust and dead skin
waltzing in the air

I haven't the faintest clue about what
or why I'd been crying -
just laying there
overwhelmed with great relief
like a mausoleum was lifted from my chest
and was taking my first breath in months

I wanna say it was a Sunday
I always wanna say it with conviction
but that might just be the church bells
which I've heard
ring every day

#first   #poem   #poetry   #art   #memory   #sepia  

be still - do not blink
I can’t wait to remember
this moment with you

one hundred kids drown -
Community is canceled-
what a sad world!

face lit by the screen
empty head, so full of thought
digging for some truth

aimlessly driving
through a beautiful landscape
made ugly by roads

  Reposted by JM Romig  ·  May 8
Charles Bukowski

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

This poem is your pubic hair
caught in my throat.

This poem is a stomach ache
after a bowl of slow churned gourmet ice cream.

This poem is a bit of toilet paper
that clings to the base of my dick
as I wipe away your residue.

This poem is a cavity.

#nsfw  

This morning,
I swallowed the entirety of everything,
swallowed it in one swift gulp.
washed it down with a tall glass of Milky Way.
I was ready to greet the day,

But everything gave me gas
that (knotted up inside me) sang
so I let it out with a big bang --

and watched the particles disperse
to form themselves into a universe
with me at the center -
on my throne,
self-appointed king of this nonsense poem

I had a dream the other night.
Whitman, Ginsberg and Wilde
were all hanging out in the
Kent State Ashtabula Campus commons.
sharing a basket of Loretta's fingers.
in a loud obnoxious discussion -

What were they on about?
not literature, or poetry,
or the impotence of art -

They were harassing cute young college men.
- discussing among themselves,
the various sexual positions they'd like to have them in.
etcetera, etcetera...

Sure, they spoke with elegance and class.
but once you stripped
away the wit and charm.
they were just making cat calls
at chiseled young lads.
and giggling like shy schoolgirls
when one shot a glance their way.

Somehow, watching these literary giants
being pervish old men.
made me crack a smile.

#poetry   #gay   #fun   #poems   #classics   #romp   #goofy  
JM Romig
JM Romig
Apr 29

huh, what time is it?
phone slips back into pocket
huh, what time is it?

a bear with regret
making its bold confessions
from behind a meme

life in the future:
computer in my glasses
yet still no jetpacks

ancestors hunted
only ate what they could kill
now we have WalMart

flowers were once wild
bananas used to have seeds
- how we shape the world

NaPoWriMo 28/30
#life   #haiku   #poems   #stuff   #modern   #napowrimo  
 
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