The right poem at the right time can reveal the world in its glorious...– Luke Johnson I’m a Poet. Yes, That’s a Real Job - Speakeasy - WSJ
Groggy, I write in my notebook. was hard to find A few minutes more
Don't stagnate, destroy the status-quo
Like pond scum in the LA river basin, exhaust and dirt in the San Fernando Valley, dust and boredom glom to the air in this house Let the sudden torrent of my movement consume the walls, render new the foundation like fire in these chaparral hills, like a Winter rain reveals the Channel Islands.
Object's POV (redux)
I used to be taller, my tip more of a point than a dull nub. My height diminishes but I stretch across pages for many miles. Made into lines and words, into faces and walls and lives, I indent myself as nooks in the fingers that hold me. In the mouth of a dog or the curious grasp of a baby, perhaps my full potential is not obtained. The dog might never hold me over paper possibility,...
Written from an object's POV
I used to be taller, my tip more of a point than a dull nub. I am made into lines into words into faces and walls and lives. My height diminishes but I stretch across pages for many miles. I indent myself in the nook of fingers that hold me. In the mouth of a dog or the curious graspo of a baby, perhaps my full potential is not obtained. And the dog might never hold me over blank ...
A silly poem
Borderline Nonsense Fitting for a day like today Lovely bookmarks cut under the linoleum grass as prickled lamp-shade-covered speakers swoop up the pencil drawn eggs in their spurs Boots critique the polyamorous tendencies of elastic, rubberized phone booths, which remain neutral on the mysterious donut whirl pool. “How can seductive legal pads induce rounder, more porous dreams than...
An Acrostic (Day 1)
Alligators and crocodiles Never care if you mix them up, so Don’t worry about insult when You see the one with your dog over there.
Write a poem about a person
Singing Man during walk through apartment complex, no less than two plane reservations for flights to Sao Palo were made during a rendition of The Girl from Ipanema. Almost one minute into What A Wonderful World, the family in 219 sat down to an early dinner. The first floor in block A could not fight an overwhelming urge to “Smile like a fool at the beauty of nature and...
"Postcard" poem, revised
The night came on quick after the movie finished. I waited until the offramp to ask if you wanted coffee. That last-minute right-hand turn and our hour-plus conversation made this Saturday. I turn my lamp off looking forward to tomorrow.
Write a "postcard" poem.
The night came on quick after we finished the movie. I waited until the offramp to ask if you wanted coffee. That last-minute right-hand turn and our hour-plus conversation capped off this Saturday. Tonight, I turn my lamp off looking forward to tomorrow.
Fuck the people who try to tell you what a “real” writer is.– Jessa Crispin (via austinkleon)
"What got you here" poem
Running into different people swapping thoughts, making friends one word, a sentence, those trips of conversation Or a trip trip, walking or driving up a mountain or to the hospital I morph with those I know movement like a flock of blackbirds