"epode" poems
stoop side you sit
fallen angels with broken knees,
40 ounce amber galaxies &
palms of prayer on an open mirror.
The benefactive is Columbian is
endless stairs on roofless buildings, is your
cracked knuckles of powdered meaning —
metallic shifts in the parking lot holy
begging thunder to threat everything
at once,
so then you can forget.
You prayed for all the wrong pronunciations
& when you sleep demons graffiti epistles
on the walls of your exposed chest.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Tell us where the chair is.
Tell us of idleness.
Tell us the real difference
between long term goals
and short term ones
so we can mete out our life.
Your lips speak softly
of the raw red lipstick
Blow me a kiss
cutie,
but let's let true sinners
indulge themselves
while we try to express ourselves
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
In Majestic Solemnity...
Strophe, but not especially tidy:
They said that you said that he said that they
Said that you said that he said that they said
That you said that he said that they said that
You said that he said that they said that you
Antistrophe, but not especially tidy:
Twitterkrieg toxic talkininity
#poopypants manhood thing witch hunt garbage
Removal battle look into risky
Unanimous point-of-privilege crime
Epode, tidy in itself but there are human fragments in the
street:
While unblinking security cameras
Watch the poor beating each other to death
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC