will it be
of poetic interest
a display of trust
to this
WordPress community
of
mostly
sad poets
broken from loss
to tell you
how i am
nakedly
lonely?
or how
nakedly
lonely
i am
not that I just
am
naked
and
lonely
but
how
naked
and
lonely
is the
point
i
want
to make
so very
purposefully
lonely

i see
great poem
by guy called
eyes + words
cool photos
poem about not
being
whole
without this
guy gal
i read and think
i want that feeling
to have emotions
that drive me
to poetry
whole stanzas
of thought
about what it means
to be without
this
other person
then i think
i’ve had that
and i read
rest of poem
think
is this a dude
or a chick
then think about
my own poems

aren’t we all
not listening to
basic advice?
a new cliche
also
who are you all?
is anyone reading this?
basic advice of
don’t think about it
that’s where you fault
where you think about it
write a poem about it
is it good?
for us
is it good
for us
to think about pain
even if
it’s
the beauty caused from pain?
what else is there to do?
that’s a stupid question
i guess
but
i wonder if you are like me
now
if we are similar
or
would get along in a waiting room
if we’d talk at all

who are you talking to
when you write
and post?
i imagine
a chubby black boy
from not here
from colorado
with a splotchy beard
and my cousin
as a girlfriend
i imagine that
you (hi) let yourself
and her
call you
sensitive

if you are
there
i hope to meet you
before
you
wed
my cousin

i am a phish fan
all about freedom
the music is
and i am too
used to believe
that
i was free-er
than
the next guy

went to concert in Philly
phish concert
took shrooms
with an old friend
plucked up
coherent sentences
from depths of my thought
where i’m hanging
every day
where my feet are
but it sounded cool
it’s that theres
freedom
and not freedom
joy
and not joy
open and closed
loud and quiet
self obsessed and self loving
peace of mind with oneself
and poetry
imagine
some sort of convoluted
strainer
a couple
sides and angles
blades-ish
think about it
for two seconds
and stop
just think squeeze maybe
you squeeze joy and not joy
together
and what comes out is you
and the way you’re acting
how you are in
every moment
is a squeezy
cheese
in battle

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