i didn't mean to click write a poem
now stuck
for words have
and things are
stuff is
where i am?
is far from
but i have arrived

string words.
sow meaning into letters
with fingertips
trained to lightly tap
the neurotic beat
of a modern schlub's pacing attention span.

it should be worthy of invoking muses
at least be worthy to arrive in your ear
and if it's string you need you'll find some
in the omnipresent

meaning tapped into letters,
meaning,
letters tapped into meaning.

Do discuss the topical,
by reminding people of
it's general falsity.
Paranoia and
insight à la mode,
fit them in too.

Argue with me
if you intend to
alphabetize my
existence itself,
The poet is an
insulting fool.
The poet asks
for others to see
the same words.

considering the consequences
considering the future
considering the past
considering the cost

i decide the title after i have written
predicate properties once they
are revealed
then organize

annihilate self
to melt away
what isn't skeletal
leaving only core

draw taught
until tension breaks
points of moments
which outline

in relief
see the figure
that you want
to try to
be

eke out

i had two years to think about ******* up.
how long did you think of giving up?
what is the greater burden?
to know you are a liar,
or to know you are lying?
Watching you bear it so lightly,
your act,
even in the shade of
my past,
really does contradict.
While the past,
of course,
can only admit,
can only be realized?

was pyrrho a nihilist?
or non-cognitivist?
wise?
or
foolish?
insane?
what's the difference?
go