poemetry

the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.

2020-8-3

i really wish being tired was an actual and defensible excuse; i’d be set for life….

2020-7-30

the audience grows smaller
and i try to convince myself
the audience was never
the point of the exercise.
i refuse to believe that crap….

2020-7-27

given that everybody
is going to die someday,
and i do mean everybody;
and given that everything
is going to end someday….

2020-7-24

you say you’re tired of it all
after, what?
four months?
five?
but what if….

2020-7-16

some mornings
i wake
and i remember –
i dreamed,
and i forgot….

2020-7-13

one of the most important
things i do each day,
mandatory for my happiness
and general well-being,
is to fool myself….

2020-7-12

wishing for magic
in a physical world
doesn’t just double down
on the impossible –
there goes another….

2020-7-10

running so fiercely
from that which i fear.
no hesitation,
no doubt;
just everything in my power….

2020-7-7

we are a complex thing,
we humans;
yet we demand,
to the point of being willing
to die to make the point….

2020-7-6

life is all about
the disappointment, right?
i’m not stupid enough
to believe in
satisfactory endings….

2020-7-1

“Sentence first!
Verdict after!”
the Queen of Hearts
understands
my mind….

2020-6-30

it sucks
to know
that i know
all i need
to know….

2020-6-29

the point,
said the Buddha,
is that you
are already free.
you just haven’t….

2020-6-26

this is where
disappointment shows
her pretty face
just to ensure
i hurt….

2020-6-24


summertime is not
without inconveniences:
endless sweatiness.
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