2: “trust issues” 30 days/poetry keep small and heated, swole heart, bursted to death at the wrong points — wrung out, steppe fire / smart against his face, in the wrong ways all the men I take are conversions / thin attempts at creating an audience, they ask over imaginary-breakfast, and you must be in… Continue reading 2: poem: poor endings
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(Entirely Subjective) Rules for Poetry
or: what i have learned in seven years of writing poetry for internet blog & attempting submissions Editing, after the fact, breaks the poem. The poem must be written in one fast rush of emotion. There may be stopping and starting within this rush. The rush may take three minutes or ninety minutes. Once the… Continue reading (Entirely Subjective) Rules for Poetry
poem: lately i have been thinking about heat
and the way the desert, as an idea,sits apart and reacts to you. it is watching to see if you will make it out alive. or if you are one of the dead girls strungup first economically and then aggressively or if you arethe red stain left across the hands and thealtar. as long as… Continue reading poem: lately i have been thinking about heat
poem: the sense of reading a Japanese novel.
the spangled aspect of things, the clench which will -- always be withme, laying too long in bed too much a half hour, the ocean madand white with spray on the beach -- always in myhead. when we walked on the marina in the salt-air I thought, this isa place I could live. the light… Continue reading poem: the sense of reading a Japanese novel.
poem: venus in a dirty bedroom
why is it so hard to sit down & work! but the logician goes mad faster than the poet,the logician wants to fit heaven into his head. i believe i read that on twitter, sitting alsoin a cafe in tight yoga pants. and my cute little ass! can you really call mean incel with an… Continue reading poem: venus in a dirty bedroom
poem: elegy
when you return home you are always 16. and i am living in that, livingendlessly filth of modern adolescence endlessly forever and ever amen. and i have lostthe smooth twisting of words, i have lost language. when i am halfway aroundthe world, will you regret how you treated me? when people run in media they… Continue reading poem: elegy
poem: anthem for the skeleton trees
look we are back in the pain again. good for the writing / good for the fuckingkpop cafe it is summer in the park the trees are being consumed by the sky youreach in, pull out my five fingernails say your hands look better this wayanyway now you are really truly unique. internet culture identity… Continue reading poem: anthem for the skeleton trees
poem: the problem with the manga was that the characters were far more insane
it's 2006 there are half moon creases in my face from my fingernails fromtrying to tear out the blackheads. it's 2022 i have reddit pulled up welcome to then.h.k. manga vs anime another night spent alone. i will imagine him holding mein order to sleep. in highschool i imagined the world razed and fucked laid… Continue reading poem: the problem with the manga was that the characters were far more insane
poem: outside of the internet it is May
rain comes on days when i am in a hurry, but in some other lifei will stop and watch the glass melt. the squat green trees and the pinebushes, melting into smaller parameters. the rain sound like lo-fi likea tin roof turned inward, and a thousand nails -- clattering clatteringclattering. but it is soft, like… Continue reading poem: outside of the internet it is May
poem: lifeboat
i am tired of the body horrors of other people's children, i would like(pretty please) cotton-candy romance. an empty park at sunset with the geeserunning backwards and the bench making crosses in my back. the way his hair drips over his eyes, his shirt tight against his shoulders. all you internetghouls (i am among you):… Continue reading poem: lifeboat
the last pavilion 