i open the window
we breakfast slow
with the scent of hyacinth, tea and rain
delft blue patterns the radio song
broken by a hundred tiny horsemen
stampeding from the garden
across the kitchen sill
a welt of hooves through the morning news
#inapoem .666
written above
a tombland sword
with picture
fields and
older memories of
passing through
telephone dreams
it's no use
disguising night's drama
i know it is you
#SlapDashSat#poetry#vss
A limelight lookout
Deer o dears caught unaware
We're sliding sideways
Looking for loopholes in time
Second hands in old bookstores
It's what makes us tick
Secrets hid between the lines
Merging in moments
If we're composed upon stars
Reading the rhythm that's ours
#DimpleVerse
I've discovered our dissipation
rounds out about a solid forty-seven
yards, a radius manageable
horizontally (our purview--
not vertically, as one may think)
your concrete image: the split atom
known is forgotten--
relearned in departure
#abstractbullshit#wordporn
my fix comes unexpectedly
and it ratchets through
the indelible zigging and zagging
inside my upper arms
a soothing and exhilarative
eck-stassy, gloating
for its very own, internal
racing breath of pleasure
wondering: what else is there
#poetry#poetrycommunity
Dear Editor
You’ve read enough badass bitch stories. Of this I’m sure.
But you’ve never read one written by one like me. Of this I’m abso-fucking-lutely sure.
‘Annification & Other Things’ is attached. Read & be transformed. You won’t look at ‘em the same again.
#BadWordSat