poemetry

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

2021-4-5

the early morning song
of the early morning birds
in the cool of the early morning spring
reminds me
that soon these birds….

2021-4-2

being alone,
as i am
as we all are,
a being, alone,
a human being….

2020-4-1

23,500.
that’s how many days,
more or less,
i have been on
this planet.

2021-3-30

today i am using
the correct pen.
funny how that matters
in my head
and nowhere else.

2021-3-29

a room full of kids
being kids
and a son
i haven’t seen for so long
that he now has….

2021-3-26

i was supposed to be living
better than this;
that was the agreement
i made
in exchange for being free….

2021-3-22

life is hard enough
without the need
to start over
every damn day.
i wake, tired….

2021-3-21

you are asking a lot
to ask me to
care about others
when so few other
care about me.

2021-3-19

i keep hoping to find
that secret crime
locked inside my head,
that heinous act
committed against me….

2021-3-18

some people can afford
for life to be unfair.
literally.
i cannot.
i cannot pull out….

2021-3-15

you pick your god,
and i’ll deny mine,
and the other 7 billion
lost and hopeless
will do as they choose….

2021-3-14

i have to admit
although i was
genius enough
to invent
a time machine….

2021-3-9

“i have never been free
to live my life!”
sounds like the kind of
hyperbolic nonsense
an angsty seventeen-year-old….

2021-3-5

when they said
i was too old,
that i was
useless & uncool
and no longer….

2021-2-26

i still want my life
to mean something
in a way
that relieves me
of responsibility….
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