Last September, I published an assortment of poems I had written for myself. Here are more.
Beautifulthorns (December 2019)
When you see a thorn poking out of a rose
there are thorns in everything
–I was going to say,
it’s the thorns that make the roses beautiful–
but that’s not right;
thorns are prickly and annoying;
it’s the thorns that make the roses real.
A world without thorns is perfect
but a world without thorns doesn’t exist
when you look at a rose
and see a thorn
it’s that thorn that makes the rose real.
And without the thorn
the rose would just be a pleasant fiction
–for why would a fictional rose have thorns?–
and so the thorns make the rose real
which makes the rose more beautiful
which makes it a beautiful thorn
Feel Better (October 2019)
Note: This poem uses the uppercase/lowercase convention from "An I for an i."
I wish that i could feel better
But not right now
As usual i am subservient to the greater Self
which wants to feel bad
so meanwhile I’ll lie down
and feel bad
–flutter– (February 2020)
Let me take that guilt
and let me perform a feat of magic.
You’re happy now.
and it doesn’t plague you no more.
Because you’re happy now–
Freedom (February 2020)
Sometimes you have to wonder
If this is freedom
then what’s the point of it anyway?
(Free Verse) (January 2020)
Every good poem,
a melody on a page,
singing its soul out to you,
capturing an emotion in its purest,
enrapturing you in its majesty:
every truly awe-inspiring poem is free verse.
Whereas every bad poem,
a painting framing nothing,
filling you with contempt,
overflowing with meaninglessness,
sitting idly on a page,
every truly horrific poem is free verse.
(Note that rhyme, patterns, flow, etc. can exist in a free verse poem–all that matters is whether the poem is not an existing poetic category.)
And all the rest
They get the job done.
But to really
–HONEST TO GOD–
capture the spirit of grandness
(and the spirit of awfulness too)
He Says (February 2020)
“Dishes,” he says:
“The dishes,” he says:
“Wash the dishes,” he says:
“I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Didn’t you hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Child, didn’t you hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Seriously, child, didn’t you hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Respect! Seriously, child, didn’t you hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
“Have some respect! Seriously, child, didn’t you hear–I said, wash the dishes,” he says:
No one, he hears:
No one, he sees:
No one, he knows:
Out of Boredom (January 2020)
Out of boredom,
Out of rage,
Out of sadness,
Out of the demon’s paralysis,
Out of the grasp of hatred,
The most beautiful art
To have graced this world.
Case in point.
[Stupid] Art (October 2019)
These Troubling Times (May 2020)
Lord, this again?
It's really not a big issue.
I mean, someone's treadmill and all that and we're good.
Spicy poetry over here, right?
Words on Words (January 2020)
Here are words
joined by words.
AND MORE WORDS
WHO EVEN KNOWS OR CARES anymore
Is this all this is?