ilo - Hello Poetry

ilo Oct 2024

hell?
what if i want to go to hell?
all this talk of god and jesus
but what rebuttal is there
if i actively want to go to hell?

if everyone i’ve ever known and loved is going there by your rules, heaven sound like the loneliest place around. and if i have the same morals and social justice motivations i have in this life, there’s very likely people who need my help and advocacy there. but also, i don’t even believe in hell. i believe in reincarnation.

ilo Sep 2024

white picket fence #2

i can tell the diameter of my personhood is changing.
we are, in some cases, beyond platonic shifts.
i chip pieces of myself here and there,
to fit in more for you.
i hold all my best pieces, with nightmares of them slipping through my fingers like sand.
i fear i am reducing myself
to be nothing but dull.
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i don’t know who i'm sorry to
i'm sorry

change is normal but you don’t like my culture, my style, or my core beliefs. i’m struggling with it. but this is love... i just want to serve **** and be a little animistic.

ilo Jul 2024

dauwg

i bark, and
i lap up vinegared wine from my bowl
laden with sprinkles of fruit flies.

my collar is on
but my leash, real long.
i’m not in earshot, but
i don’t stray too far.

#dog #ethics #behave #moral #bark #wine

ilo Jul 2024

junk maggot

i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow

i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean

why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot

it’s been a while. here’s an exaggerated poem dedicated to my broken shoes and rice and beans

#maggot #junk #curate #rice #beans #rot #contemplate