"quashes" poems
Me love agony, seen?
Me hate baldheads, seen?
Me love collie, seen?
Me hate duppies, seen?
Me love easing up, seen?
Me hate fishes, seen?
Me love ***** seen?
Me hate harbour sharks, seen?
Me love "irie's", seen?
Me hate janga, seen?
Me love kush, seen?
Me hate lagga heads, seen?
Me love mateys, seen?
Me hate nyng'i-nying'i, seen?
Me love o-dokono, seen?
Me hate passa passa, seen?
Me love quashes, seen?
Me hate running belly, seen?
Me love science (witchcraft), seen?
Me hate toto, seen?
Me love uptown goodas, seen?
Me hate vixxin', seen?
Me love wheels, seen?
Me hate da yout, seen?
Me love Zion, seen?
Me fuckin' love Zion
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Nic fits, the little fluctuations
in my otherwise flat emotional
geography. Twenty fatal hour
glasses daily, dividing the time
filling empty space
with their swirling whisps.
Brown-stained fingers fish
out another from a limp
soft-pack. Another disposable
morsel, tip kissed with another
disposable BIC, torched down
to the filter by another disposable
“I,” then cast into the gutter—
with the rest.
(Then a fit of hacking like steel striking
birch quashes any implicit poetry.)
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
Pain Is Such A ‘Pain’
Besides discomfort, pain’s a pest;
A nuisance, bother, hinder,
At its worst or best
A hurt that quashes thinking’s process:
On the list of inconvenience highest.
Common idioms in use:
‘Pain the neck’ ‘pain in the ***
****** yes, but two most graphic!
To be optimistic,
Usually, it takes a rest;
Not long, perhaps, but any pause
Is better than no pause at all,
The standstill most appreciated.
If it’s un-retreating, un-vacating, un-evacuatable,
Make a vehicle that’s readable -
And write!
Pain Is Such A Pain 4.14.2021 I Is always You Is We; Circling Round Experience;Arlene Nover Corwin
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 7:39 AM UTC
At one point a question arises
one that is hard to answer
quashes your reasoning
Beyond a future tense thought
you wish to have been there
maybe to have read the signs
Even following the small path.
The little voice keeps ringing
seize fire,the fight is out of range
my persistence aborted
To live but in a reign of doubt
And a face of sorry
For a closeness of an empty wall.
Absurd to take a walk
with one direction.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC