If you have a secret,
That you hold near,
And dear,
You would not like to know—
His name. Continue reading
If you have a secret,
That you hold near,
And dear,
You would not like to know—
His name. Continue reading
Flickering tree line,
Wind up-ticking the grass,
A dream that consists,
Of nothing but colors,
Smeared,
Bleeding,
Purple and gold and red. Continue reading
Pop and whir go the brain extenders,
The little pocket protecting minds,
Full of wire and flow,
Electricity, Continue reading
Sit there,
In this red room,
By screen light,
Double strewn,
Blinking monitors,
And data sped outwards, Continue reading
You’d think my favorite,
Would be the time of screams,
The time of skeletons,
And very bad dreams. Continue reading
Sunlight hits the buildings,
And looks wrong,
Too early—
The sun slanted against the walls, Continue reading
I ONLY EXIST AS LONG AS THIS POEM IS READ
I DIE WHEN THE WORD COUNT IS REACHED
A BEING OF WORDS IS I
AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE Continue reading
There are words to describe it.
But I find them lacking.
Not effective enough.
Not personal enough. Continue reading