Once there was a panda, and he was attacked by a leopard. A much beloved shepherdess came to his aid, and though he survived, she did not. The pandas came to her funeral with armbands of ash on their all-white fur, but as they sobbed and hugged, and rubbed tears from their eyes, and covered their ears to give themselves peace from the grieving, they … Continue reading endangered
This is my homemade poetry jacket, and the first quote I ever put on it, pulled from i: ghosts, The Unbnd Verses by Kwame Opoku-Duku. Here’s some pictures of it in the making: And a picture of me wearing it: I love the jacket and I love that it’s finally blustery enough outside to wear it again. It doesn’t fit many characters, and I try … Continue reading poet jacket
They say liberty is sweet soI licked her before I left her for shackles,hoping her honey would crystallize on my tongueand my lipswould only ever speak with the memory of her. Inside the jailhouse they spray you clean ofall that freedom sugar, cold water raining downto drown the liceand hopesyou might have dragged through the door. Long ago they’d have shaved our heads,and my vanity … Continue reading just come home
Your body is not small. The total surface area of the human lung could be spread to the height of a brachiosaurus. If you want to heal,you must firstfind every bruised place. Your body is not obvious.It sheds forty thousand cellsevery minute,and who knows how many of thosewere the last to rememberthe bruising? Just in case,count their ancestorsin your censusof pain.Even a cell can inherit … Continue reading G2: how to heal
(micro-poem about reciprocity.) Continue reading poem: unwolfed
fast like where,come back like blink,here like right now,stay like stink. heat like black tar,soft like sog,late like someday,weight like fog. brag like sky lemon,shout like dawn.talk like downbeat, walk like gone. Continue reading poem: inspiration
A Very Earnest Answer To The Man At the Library Who Read a Poem He Wrote Called, “Why Should I Save the World if I Won’t Get Laid for it?” Save the world,because sometimes,when they are bound to fall,pennies pirouettebefore choosing a side.A danced defiance in light of gravity:they spin anyway. Save the world, because dandelionsdon’t have God-plans.They just turntheir lights off,and scatter in pieces,spending … Continue reading poem: walk on anyway
They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think me chicken:They could be right. They think me token,just right for gaming.They think me ticket,not bad for ride.They think me house,a rigged roulette.They think me prize:They could be right. They think me numb,I smile so pretty.They think me fraud,a wolf, sheep-dyed.They think me cursed,I can’t keep nothin.They … Continue reading poetry: stubborn
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