#backwards
pickleball plans upended
played out on a world stage
a first lady refuses to hold hands
in the name of romance
but comes to the rescue
as the old **** goes down steps
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC
modern is determined
by the ability to look backwards and forwards at the same time
but write it now!
this day, this epoch, this moment,
these few heartbeats expiring
get thee to a nunnery,
a park, a silent room
with soothing hardest rock
blaring
now,
be. a. moderne.
after the silence of composition,
make much noise,
albeit with
a minor modicum of decorous
modern aw shucks modesty
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
serious, workmanlike poetry
that’s “they” telling me I oughta be
a being, doing, mesmerizing my soul mantra,
honoring my guiding light,
focusing on Ars Poetica,
first principles
yada yada yada;
put aside, wit, wisdom,
the social & the philo-sophical,
write of beauty, of nature,
become a love devotee,
un passionné! my reply?
yada yada yada
and I ask the universe,
What will become of the backward poem?
the one that twists your head full around,
leaves you breathlessly gasping for oxy-regeneration,
your eyes, a failure to focus, the body shakes rattles and rolls,
a full mirrored examination reveals,
an exorcised head, turned 360 around,
backwardation,**
the price of a poem is far greater today, now,
than in one year,
today is the very first
Day of Primacy
it’s nearing 7:00am, anthem time, star spangled bannering
of another morning,
a soulful full~inquiry, a tribunal of supreme~beings
discovering probing - needy for knowing, de-of-man-ding:
Do You Know Where Your (new) Poem Is?
what defines you, decides you, recreates you,
each daily, a newish you-ish, a face that will
exist for but twenty four, gone thereafter, no more,
a new meaning for a sunrising beginning,
an outlook for the uprising month of Avril!
this my soul examination, graded only by a
Pass/Fail sliding greased continuum, do you
even cognize what I am asking, tasking you to do?
yada yada yada wholly insufficient, holy water maybe,
whatever it takes to tear oneself wide open,
and write
a new poem,
a new justification,
giveaway your latest possession,
when you look backwards in dissatisfaction
your Postbiotic guts screaming for a makeover,
how will you reply, redeploy, speak with a singular finality?
Here, Here is my new poem this day, backwardly now front facing,
my soul to keep, my blood to re~anew the old sinews of my mind,
a rousing defense of
I am, and this is my
proof!
of existence.
now,
come kiss me.
alas, alack,
too few of you will read, comprehend and begin again…
7:00am
Tuesday
a Ki tov Twice Tuesday!
Martius 31 2026
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
(i)
rising off the table
ether fumes
mute yesterday's voice
giving birth to the future's tongue
rejoice
rejoice
for a poetic *********** king is born in bedlam.
southern cross hanging
above the cradle of mankind
shining brighter than pit of kimberlite mines
hollow space inflated
breathing life into language's diaphragm.
preaching poetic alchemy
& fashioning blood into ink
pound for pound no illusionist would dare
take on the wordsmith with butterfly fused bee sting verse.
(ii)
smoke rises,
seeping through scattered torn limbs
among rubble, shards of glass
and melting plastic dolls.
under the waning crescent moon
the closing chapter opened a new book.
Begorrah!
Deborah, the queen honey bee
has flown off
leaving behind her hive,
ditching the colony
death to her family!
(iii)
in a field of sunflowers engulfed by flames
a blazing tower of hellfire
fanned higher by the chemical rain.
asteroids crashed into volcanoes
as magma shot exploding
a sea of lava rose bubbling
burning through the landing.
Icelandic clouds of ash soaked into the sky
blanketing & blacking out sunlight
casting a shadow of suffocating night
over the field unyielding to morning.
curtain curtail
darkness dulls bright
we wait for a dragon to fight the dying of night.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
I was bought in the wrong epoch
The world is running backwards
History repeats with
Better technology
And worse intentions
I want to scream with no lungs
A soundless howl that
Tears the air apart
Something wakes in my chest
When I see
How broken everything is
How backwards
How cruel
How deliberate
The earth indiscernible
From hell some days
Borders made of blood and concrete
People in power who should
Never have been given power
At all
Ever
I scroll through infinite
Proof of human failure
Share what I can
When I can
My small rebellion of forwarding The suffering of strangers
Because silence is complicity
And action feels like
Throwing stones at tides
But it’s never enough
Is it?
I don’t want this epoch of cruelty
Masquerading as civilisation
When kindness is weakness
And greed is called ambition
When children beg for water
While men negotiate for land
When history rhymes
With its worst verses
When the same monsters
Wear different faces
I was meant for a time that
Hasn’t arrived yet
A century ahead maybe more
When progress means something
When we’ve learned what we’re
Obviously not learning now
When we've stopped being
Afraid of each other
And started being afraid
For each other
Instead I’m here
Watching the slow motion car crash
Of humanity driving itself
Off the same cliffs
It drove off before
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC
We know the
Script backwards
Plastic words
Are painted in gold
And nostalgia kicks in
As we fall for a myriad
Of 'what ifs'
Too bad it never lasts
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that
I possess countless poetic ideas.
Because at the end of the day,
I see only failures in every attempt.
And I'm not about to lie by saying that
each setback helps me along.
Because no matter what,
I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.
And I am in no position to believe that
true inspiration dwells within me.
For even in my darkest musings,
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC
Grey curl of smoke leaves my mouth,
Ashes scrape my throat.
I won´t play it wrong-
Trying to appear strong.
There´s no fire-
Just the path to end this.
Gladly, I´d be your player,
Between us, fire burns.
Smoke would hiss.
It started-
With lit cigarette.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
Never — not ever! — do we not have
NO MELON, NO LEMON
At the Palindrome Emporium!
WAS IT A CAR OR A CAT I SAW?
WAS IT ELIOT’S TOILET I SAW?
Only at the Palindrome Emporium!
Prices are NEVER ODD, OR EVEN
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EVIL I DID DWELL,
LEWD DID I LIVE
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YO, BANANA BOY
Come save a bunch!
And say hello to
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Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
I am unworthy of your affection.
So don't try to convince me that
I feel at home in your embrace
Because at the end of every arduous day,
I am overwhelmed by loneliness and doubt.
And I'm not going to say that
every shared moment lights up my soul.
So rest assured, I will remind myself
that our conversations echo with emptiness
And nothing you say makes me believe,
I am the one you deeply cherish
Because no matter the trials we face,
I struggle with the fear of distance between us.
And I am in no position to accept that
our connection defies time and space.
Because whenever I ponder our union,
Am I destined to be embraced by love?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that
I possess countless poetic ideas.
Because at the end of the day,
I see only failures in every attempt.
And I'm not about to lie by saying that
each setback helps me along.
Because no matter what,
I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.
And I am in no position to believe that
true inspiration dwells within me.
For even in my darkest musings,
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
If I chose to search for joy
I'd find nothing
And I don't believe
In happy endings
I'll keep trusting
There is no fun found
Anywhere on the planet
I'd be lying if I said that
You can find happiness
On Earth
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
After October
I'm so ready to start over.
I'm so glad we found each other
I'd be lying if I said
That our love was never true
I always knew
Every time I looked at you
I would need no proof
Cause' I saw the truth.
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 10:01 AM UTC
i don’t know how to get ahold of you.
i know i love you but i’m still afraid to open up to you.
i just feel so lost while trying not to hurt you.
thought i was ready to receive,
this prayer when i asked for a man like you.
tonight- i think we need to be more patient
tonight- i just want to be in your presence
tonight- coming to a realization
love can’t be this dangerous
this love can’t be this dangerous
this not good for you
this is not good for you
i can’t take your heart for granted
hope you understand where i stand and
this not good for you
this is not good for you
i can’t take your heart for granted
hope you understand where i stand on this
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 11:51 PM UTC
So today is another normal day,
I just want my feelings to wash away.
Why does everything always die?
Why do people always lie?
I’ve been hurt so many times,
I’m tired of these stupid lines.
Can’t things just be bland,
I’m stuck on this poetic land.
I’ve gotten good at this play,
You’ll never know if I go away.
Look at this lovely smile,
Look it may have been awhile.
I am happy forever and always,
I am stuck in endless hallways.
Life is like I’m failing,
I’m just constantly waiting.
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 11:08 AM UTC
Read it forwards but it's all the same.
Read it backwards, give it a name,
Just go away.
They don't want to stay,
How could you believe they care?
Don't think that life is fair,
I'm tired of living in the past.
Turn the time, make life last
This isn't goodbye, I wish it was.
I want to be floating in the stars,
But life tends to be mean.
I want desperately to be seen.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
The seasons shift
Fade away
Gets a bit colder each bitter day
Moment after moment slips from my hand
Stuck here struggling to understand
You moved on but I'm paralyzed
Guess by now I should have realized
Start walking forward
Turn around
To past it seems I am hopelessly bound
Loving you making me lose my mind
Still I am unable to leave memories behind
You lost yourself somewhere along the way
Why am I still addicted to who you are today?
Is it because I have forfeited so much for you?
Because you're familiar?
Have no clue
When will soul finally know serenity?
Life plunges me deeper into insanity
Why is the universe unfair?
World so cold
I had it all
Now nothing to hold
Begins wearing heart's patience thin
I start to bleed and am left with no skin
Falling backwards into pit of insecurity
Every minute without you feels like eternity
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 10:16 AM UTC
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless he owns the orchard.
Either way you have to pay to keep the doctor away, or in a bushel basket. A signal from your own mind keeps the doctor away. That's free though...and we don't want nothing free! Not even our neighbor! Not even our dom. Or is it dum? No handouts buddy! Until we figure out a way to tax your mind, no handouts.
Get it yet Waldo?
Medical Industry - You Work For Us, and YOU Pay Yourself By Paying Us To Make You Think You're Not Doing The Labor. If this isn't true, we have a pill for you. We know having no pill is hard to swallow. AMA
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
It's apples and oranges. They are both fruit, and variety is the salt of the earth. We love dividing people like fruit though. We are rotten. At least fruit ferments. We decay
You are the apple of my eye. I will watch you rot, then i will throw the core away. What do I need seeds for? A bad apple in my eye now. *******
Orange you gonna hit like? I accept good apples too.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
women are from venus and men from mars
and i thought women only come from bars
without the moon we get no light from stars
****** tonk ba donka donk rear ending cars
if it weren't for love we wouldn't need hate
without relativity, we can still relate
without time, we wouldn't wait
without fire we'd have no fate
without google, we would live no lies
without google we would have no eyes
without death, no one dies
without agreeing, there's no compromise
with our friends we hate on other friends
with no means there would be no ends
without pain, the heart never mends
with no mind, no one comprehends
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
He cannot hear
I just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal unclear
What's up is down and what's far is near
The radio boils
The microwave sings
The telephone listens, while his ear rings
But he hasn't noticed, his ignorance is loyal
To his strange world of backwards turmoil
His eyes tear up
At the toasters dull ding
Oblivious though, to orchestral strings
Crescendoing, divinus, in joyous buildup
An Ode only heard as a course hiccup
Puts books to his ear
But hears no voice
Thumbs through jibberish, but his hands hold Joyce
The steak tastes like spam and the wine of beer
He's deaf to it, all of it, everything I fear
He runs in squares
And lounges in circles
Tears down hopes, and builds up hurdles
Will flail in shallow water and fall up stairs
Then write love letters to hate-affairs
Has two left feet
And no right moves
His rhythm and soul have lost their groove
It's tragic, greek, a heart that offbeat
Might mistake victory and chance for fate and defeat.
He's wrong. What's more?
He's oxymoronic
His light-hearted prose are mostly sardonic
Wouldn't know an apple from an adonic core
Or discordant beats from euphonic score.
He's deaf to it,
Yes ears and all.
Despite what words I might here scrawl.
It will never get through to that dumb misfit
He's deaf and blind and full of ****
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC
He cannot hear
I just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal unclear
What's up is down and what's far is near
The radio boils
The microwave sings
The telephone listens, while his ear rings
But he hasn't noticed, his ignorance is loyal
To his strange world of backwards turmoil
His eyes tear up
At the toasters dull ding
Oblivious though, to orchestral strings
Crescendoing, divinus, in joyous buildup
An ode only heard as a course hiccup
Puts books to his ear
But hears no voice
Thumbs through jibberish, but his hands hold Joyce
The steak tastes like spam and the wine of beer
He's deaf to it, all of it, everything I fear
He runs in circles
And sits in squares
Drowns in shallow waters and falls upstairs
Nothings left of romance when passion dulls
But crippled hopes and shattered hulls
He cannot hear
He just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal clear
What's up is down and what's far is near
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin.
The saddest truth there is, your a commodity.
You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom.
And the teachings of the earth are so lost
That we pay for courses in the innate.
To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be.
Isn't that ironic?
We're lost.
This human being.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
THESE GADGETS I DESPISE
TOLD I NEED THEM TO SURVIVE
AS THEY ARE GETTING FLATTER
SO IS OUR MOOD
WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION
NATURE EFFORTLESSLY SHARES
YET DEVICES MUST HAVE
ONE MILLION FEATURES TO CAPTURE OUR
ATTENTION!
FOR ONE SECOND
A CHARGE OF LIGHTNING WOULD CAUSE ME LESS PAIN
YET WHERE IS MY APOLOGY?
SORE FROM THIS TECHNOLOGY
IN AWE OF THIS ENVIRONMENT
STILL, IT'D BE AN HONOUR TO BE STRUCK BY
YOU. MOTHER GAIA
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC