He left
every morning with pine
needles in his beard.
Returned every evening
with sawdust in his pockets.
Tag: Poet
Body Politic
My body is a ballot initiative
My body is in committee.
My body is tabled for a later session.
My body is on the House floor.
List of Things I Said To My First Tinder Date Since the Pandemic Started
I don’t want to just hook up, but, you know, I’m not looking for anything serious.
Life in Reverse
It would begin with a mortician
pulling us out of our coffins
and end with a doctor shoving us
feet first into our mother’s vaginas
Speaking of Birds
When she spoke
birds flew from her mouth
and flew around the room.
Dear God of Glitter.
Please rain down upon me in all of your sparkling majesty and glory, your brief, momentary flashes of the visible light spectrum, your shiny shining like sugar for my eyes. I pray you make everything fabulous…
Motivation Monday: How to Meditate for Success
To meditate, start by stopping. Open yourself into the expanse of the universe. How it rolls on into nothingness and the nothingness rolls on into further expanses. Understand the vastness. Become the vastness.
For Nick
You turned into light.
That’s the only explanation.
Your body turned into vibrations.
I can’t see you because
you are everywhere now.
As your body lets go
of every atom
you dance into our dark.
This is How Much I Love You
I want to tuck myself into clouds. Float over the terrain, fall all over you in thunderbursts, soak your clothes, ruin your hair. I am devastated at the sight of your umbrella. You still jump into every puddle. I want to bake myself into your favorite pastry. Present it to you. Watch you eagerly pick…
Break/fast.
I try to feed her my dreams.
Here is a melting blue guitar.
Here is an ocean in the shape of a house.
Here is a train made out of swingsets.
She devours them. Licks the plate clean.
But she wants more.
NaCl: Performance Poem of the Week
R.J. Wright: Dyslexia What works in this piece: Opens with some light humor that he knows the audience will appreciate (“Words are really hard. Just ask any three-year-old…or Donald Trump”) Incorporates elements of dyslexia into the poem/performance reflects content, adding depth the piece as a whole Creates a performance (temporal) out of a disorder…
Garbage
Moving box receipts for
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
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