Showing posts with label poem 19. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 19. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

I'm so sorry to clog up your airwaves with half-baked words plucked from the air.
I'm trying to get back on track
But quality can be a casualty
To an unyielding idea of
Powering through

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

ROLE PLAY


The bright lines are in the haze
follow them with your impartial snout
root for softening or just reflect
exasperation in a new calm jingle:

you’re really devastated by this

running a business must be really hard

what I’m hearing is you want to be heard

Saturday, January 20, 2018

A Yarn

Can you grow closer together
if you are unraveling with distance,
like a ball of yarn falling from its tether.
Rolling out, getting further and further
and further and farther away

stretched long, unspooling.
But retaining elasticity?
Well. I guess yarn never had elasticity
in the first place.