Showing posts with label poem8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem8. Show all posts

Saturday, January 11, 2025

healing journey the fuck 
workmen take a walk 
big teeth guys paint stains
wish u were here shrug 
i’m weary shrug 
no bone’s flattered by 
resemblance
hover then graze
move to make me move
am i bad if i follow
or good if i follow
or nothing if i follow
or don’t follow 
at all


Wednesday, January 8, 2025

2015: a haiku

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Shower time and Diesel jeans
Addies and whiskey

Setting

I’m not angry right now
Head drop
Quick birth
Neon green backlit leaves
Memories in hibernation 
It’s gonna be ok 
Lakeside scenes
Shifting gradually
Until it’s ice
Between us
No sense it’s fine
Words, sit next to me
Sit down
Take a break
Rage, then a leaf
Decade old art
Relax into texture 
The sun like a piece of candy corn
Dim candy this winter night
Mom slipping in and out of darkness 
Cold eggs
Warm room 
Cozy last night 
Two small bowls of leftover soup 
In a drafty living room 
Ambitions
Gently forever a baby