Jingle an explosive helicopter crash in a vicious snowstormbrought my waking hours to a thick start – I sat upquickly in bed, rubbed my eyes into morning then it startedoh oh oh ozempic!the commercial jingle for type-2 diabetes medsbanging in my head like a circle of kidsring-around-the-rosey-ing my brainoh oh oh ozempic!oh oh over and… Continue reading Poem 209 – Jingle
Category: On Writing
Poem 208 – Morning Flower
Morning flower my motivation remainscurled up in bedthe sleep fog didn’tdissipate in the showerI’m holding this pen weird‘cause my fingersaren’t fully awake words are weaklike water-heavy teanearly tastelessbut the heat –the heat gives comfort& remedy to trust thatI will open soon enough feel the day vibrate my toes& dance like a morning flowerin love with… Continue reading Poem 208 – Morning Flower
Poem 207 – Fugue Submission
Fugue Submission : the recollection of a submission discovered like plastic treasureupon receiving its rejection why did i write that poem?why did i believe it was good?why did i pay the fee and send it into the ether of highly flammable hope and vapid validation? twas a fugue movea brief flash in the pan –… Continue reading Poem 207 – Fugue Submission
Poem 206 – Olympics I
Olympics I olympics on the flat screenstay on like the air conditionerwe pretend we are commentatorscurl into giddy laughter at ourstream-of-consciousness comedydiscover we are bad at saying last names I eat cucumbers slathered in hummuswhile teen girls tear across a bouncy floorflip like parlor rollers & single starlings then a 46-year-old woman explodesoff the vault… Continue reading Poem 206 – Olympics I
