#prestige
I'm trying to finish this famous contemporary poet's
fourth collection, which groans under the weight of
all the glowing blurbs on the back cover.
The famous contemporary poet avoids rhyme as if
it was a downed wire and finds form too restrictive--
hangs her skelly on a hook when she composes.
The famous contemporary poet writes a few poems,
carefully packed in vignettes, snapshots, and musings,
all the excelsior found in any packing crate.
In high school I had an acquaintance, this guy.
He'd toss out something cryptic and then wait
like he'd flipped you a Rubik's Cube.
Everything out of his mouth was a test and he'd give
you this bright smirk, like can you figure it out and
get to where I am, up here?
I would like to meet the famous contemporary poet
and show her one of mine, plain as the flat of my hand
when it breaks her nose and the blood comes.
I am trying to finish the famous contemporary poet's
fourth collection even though it's like watching a movie
with muddy sound, in dialect, no captions.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
In high-tech sweatshirts
the joggers are running trails --
of expensive scents.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 4:06 AM UTC
The sitting room makes
me feel like I have to walk --
in a gliding way.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
Those in power no longer torture
a palace guard to rob a garden
from abroad for their lusts
no, nowadays money is enough
the magnetic big money
which always finds servants
Look closely at this painting
the colors are darker, and old
is the paint skin, forever
masterful are the brush strokes
yet this matter is only
just an attachment
for the trade in big names
the derivatives of art
with which profit is spoken
Mar 10, 2023
Mar 10, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC
The sexton enjoys
lamenting about God's love --
and the vale of tears.
Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC
The salesperson, the global sociopath, the way to consumer heaven and consumer paradise.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
On earth, stars twinkle
untouchably far away --
Close by they die out.
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 2:06 AM UTC
She is silent, I
keep talking, I say too much –
put on show naked.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Do I
just get by?
According
to the
world
at large, oh
yes, oh yes.
Do I
just get by?
According
to me,
the
world's gonna
end, oh yes.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
piece of
me
in what you
have here made.
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
precious
piece
of yours
to ruin with my appreciation.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
Start the day
the only way
that works for me.
Lighter, light ****
Massage ball, get my shoulder free.
Lungs, please, do continue.
Carry me through dance.
Tighten the strings
of the universe
through me,
from my feet to my hands.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
your prestige and glamour
have grown too much
so many people bow down to you but
you can’t see your own feet.
expect me unwelcome
to your golden throne
i’ll raise your prices
flat iron my tongue to make you happy
rhythmize my lips so they sway
to the beat of my hips,
to the music of love
love
love
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
The shaman, madman, medicine man, poet, philosopher king
Could do what they willed - privilege.
Because they had the sacred connection, understanding.
They were the ones who could cure and purge.
They represent the notion of being bent for discovery,
The were the sacred - prestige.
So they, from all time, had the privilege
of being the madman genius.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC