Look for new poems (and more) at the start of each month.
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BE A BOUGH TIT
Because you can.
Because you are a creature of air.
Because your song fills the corners with life.
Because the corners could always use more life.
Because that breeze is meant for you.
Because you come with the scent of pine.
Because you come with the colors of spring.
Because you burst into berries.
Because the vicious gnats fear you.
Because you chirp upon the dawn.
Because you soar into the noontide sun.
Because you sing the day farewell.
Because you send us sweetly to our nightly nests.
Because you are.
A short but cute one from a couple years ago that I just found in a folder.
How can we be when all the being’s done for us?
How can we do when all the doing’s denied?
Arms in the air, running full tilt toward.
Fuck the ideologies. Let’s have a world.
Here’s a shorty from this summer.
When I am old,
they will give me hard candies,
and I shall find them Paradise.
The littlest tidbit with the biggest title.
A poem doesn’t tell you how the world works.
It asks you.
A silly lament.
A Bitter Brew
I watch my coffee in the cone filter bloom,
and I think of all the poets I’ve known
who’ve soaked, and steeped, and drained
their precious essence to the waiting vessel,
then slowly come to dry, and I’m grateful
that we all don’t have to live the same metaphor.
The coffee is extra bitter today.