I already told this story
but if you insist,
here it is again
condensed
into one word –
bestiality.
micropoetry
Poetry – Nihilism in 3 Acts
Act 1. I don’t know if being alive matters.
Act 2. I don’t know if this world matters.
Act 3. I don’t know if me being alive in this world matters.
Poetry – Someone Else
I thought I wanted
to be an actress,
but now I realize,
I only wanted
the chance
to be someone else.
Poetry – Make It Up As We Go
You read
faster
than I can
turn the page,
so I’ve
learned how
to make up the story
as we go.
Poetry – “Numb” Haiku
When you feel nothing
why does it always end up
feeling horrible?
Poetry – Pride and Prejudice Rewrite
We are all well.
Imagine our surprise,
when our poor mother
was sent off
with bad news,
and never came back
for the truth…
(“rewritten” using bits and pieces of prose from the novel itself)
Poetry – Unicorn Toilet Dreams
Outwit by sleep,
somewhere between dreaming
and awake –
I pick out a unicorn
drinking from a toilet
among the ribbons
of candid snapshots
winding around my head
like cinema still frames.
Poetry – Affectionate Anxiety
Oh, affectionate anxiety
the future of those
dependent on self-denial
still trembles
under the quiet twilight
of a fading summer
Poetry – Money for Liberty
(I wrote this new little poem the other day and have had a hard time deciding if it should just be shortened to contain the first stanza only, or if it is better with both. I figured I would share it with you guys and see if anyone had an opinion. Should I keep it as is with the two stanzas, or should I cut out the last four lines and have a much shorter, but perhaps punchier poem?)
He offered up money
for his liberty,
but could never quite reach
the asking price.
Though he bid
higher and higher,
the inflation would only
keep rising.
