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Posted: 01/01/2016 Filed under: poetry | Tags: 4, america, code, death, dreams, is, poetry, wet, whatever, your Leave a commentA creeping watchfulness withers once noticed
A silent version of splendor arises, then dies
If only because nothing special lasts that long
A minor annoyance rests like a boulder
On the hill it should have rolled down
Held up only by dead eyes
Waiting for something that already happened
A debt never paid
An anger left to linger
A slight perceived as weakness
An entitlement that has no title
A feeling that feelings should be proof
That proof is more than feeling
That actuality is less than one person
That society is not the sum of its parts
That unruly elements rule by fear
That nothing is watching the slow creep
Except for when we are watching
And when we are watching nothing
The dead rise up
Wondering
Why we didn’t care about ourselves more?
acceptable losses
Posted: 11/27/2015 Filed under: poetry | Tags: america, aspirations, ayn rand killed my gobots, charlton heston, code, death, desperate, distancelessness, dreams, heidegger, poetry, shit, yolo McGinty, you, youshouldlistentogramparsons Leave a commentAt a minimum,
these missed connections
don’t add up to much
but too many times
I find
crossed purposes
to be
places
of
confusion.
Not necessarily
because
we are all confused
but talking past
is not the same as
talking to.
Two people
or three
or four
or more
do not really say
anything
to each other
it is too…
each, other;
six to one
and
half…
Oh, why bother?
Feminine Pronouns on My BlackBerry
Posted: 07/29/2015 Filed under: poetry | Tags: america, another, binary, code, desperate, disgusted, distancelessness, hope, youshouldlistentogramparsons Leave a commentOf what I am not good at
There are things that neither
Amuse me
Nor disabuse me
From the base circumstance
That what little chance, that there was
To mean something
Is quickly passing me by
And for what,
For what,
Is there this thing called time
That tempts me from the time
I should have been spending
Collecting people
Not the feeble
Emotions of what I have left from memories?
a theory of everything for 15 seconds
Posted: 01/24/2015 Filed under: poetry | Tags: apple, ash, charlton heston, code, debt, distancelessness, farqar, humidty, reading, sex with coffee, time, wooden sex 1 Commenti write of composite wood desks
and macbooks
iced coffee from starbucks
and awkward sex
none of these things
i know very much about
except maybe that i know everything
and i’m just pretentious enough
to tell you
Mor Libri 