Theanm Ankh Is Also Human

22h

Yonah Jeong

Jan. 20, 2025, piled up in darkness

even in the east
and in the west
light piled up in darkness

I look out and see
wolves and sheep
there is no difference

they can't keep it away
with fireworks
and breaking windows

immeasurably
in the distance
the little stars whisper

“please don't let us be seen?
In broad daylight.......”

sparks and shards of glass
do not become stars.

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human 22h

Lynchless

Lit tunnels and less lit tunnels
Where is the light at the end?

I want the warmth of the train's headlights
And I want the conductor to feel bad
When his breaks don't work in time

Inescapable Death Upon Impact
You can try and lift both feet off the tracks
Hurl your torch into the groaning abyss
Pry the railway from the ground

Alas

What goes up
Must come down
Every flame that flares in
Must fade out

Tonight I'm remembering and mourning the loss of the great visionary Mr. David Lynch. I sometimes think I've come to accept death as a fact of life and therefore defeated grief, but Mr. Lynch is on that list of people who have it in them to remind me otherwise. It's felt a little like a part of my soul is missing, since his passing. One day (probably fairly soon) that feeling will also meet its end, maybe.

#death #loss #grief #fate

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Jan 8

Now That You're In Hospice I'm Not Sure What To Do

Bittersweet to remember
The hands that held you
Before they beat and bludgeoned
You and the potential you once possessed

Cast off into the sinisterly sultry embrace of eager
Sharp-toothed
Thirsty mouths
Only to serve shadowy dead-end escapes

Perfectionist performers
Putting on unsatisfactory performances
For insatiable audiences
How could any of us stand to forgive each other?
Let alone
Ourselves

Tonight my father is in the hospital for what might be a stroke—some disturbance in blood flow to the brain. I only feel cold and disconnected, my worries are almost entirely financial. Everyone around me gathers together biting their nails and pacing and praying. Stranded outside the anxious huddle, I play with my hands, unsure of what to do and where to put them. I think there's something genuinely wrong with me.

#forgiveness #abuse #family

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Jan 5

Counterfeit Icelandic Cynosure

Black Coffee, 2 packs of Cigarettes, Cold Sweat, Quantum Leap
Will today be a good day?
Is life worth living?

The answer bellows back at me
Soft and
Sharp and
Sordid; sinopia spilt and subsequently washed all over the page
Slithering out from beneath harrowed brush
Written in the hot breath fingerpaintings on frosted car windows
Dished out in massive, steaming vats
With ladles,
Too heavy to hold

NO!!!

#january

Dec 2024

matt r

oh so virtuoso

here my lexicon shimmers
like a mirage of flecks upon
the window of a reversing car:
so not getting run over requires
the elegance n intelligence to glean
what really makes a poem irrelevant!
when you read my oh-so virtuoso prose
let my lack of substance turn up your nose;
your letters get longer but paper gets thinner

some nonsense on nonsense?

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Dec 2024

The Unforgiving Evil Deep Within

It is rooted to my teeth
                         my stomach
                         my nostrils
                         my nasal cavities

It rustles when I breathe in
It begs for more when I bite
It screams when I swallow

I cannot be your choir boy
And I will not kiss you
                   not today
                   not tomorrow
                   not tonight

I've now made it through my second semester of university only to find myself wolfing down an explosive, uninhabitable vindictiveness to quell the equally overwhelming emptiness that eats right back away at me.
I have 16 or so unfinished poems strewn around my notebooks. I'm hoping to track them all down and complete them here, and I am also hoping to be dead and gone sometime within the next 315 days.

#malignancy #evil #monotony #surrender #defeat