Category Archives: Found

dictionary

12.09.08 this poem is a metaphor. a meta-formality of postmodern poetry. this poem is written from a third-person point of view, but a first-person state of mind. [that second person interjects sometimes.] this poem is a form of the verb … Continue reading

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in case you were wondering

15.09.08 i write to fight the injustices committed unto myself by embarrassed girls with ponytail curls by the dusk-covered stars in the overcast sky by the weeping nights under unlit lights i write to fight the injustices committed unto myself … Continue reading

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went for the gold

18.11.08 i am a battering ram made of tinker’s dam. an unsteady surface serving a worthless purpose. shaking the walls of this mistaken city, a city unshaken by the gravitational constant of my constantly repeating dreams. the repetition is nuclear … Continue reading

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hitting the language barrier

27.12.08 [ed. note–this was the inspiration for this blog.] i write more than i eat thrice a day i poeticize put words to paper to humanize emotion but in all the subtlety of this poet he can’t seem to find … Continue reading

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Major

18.01.09 Tom crossed the line this time. The third in as many tries. Also crossed his eyes, dotted his Tees, X marked the spot with wet sand from his thighs. Double crossed the lunar crosswalk: happens once in a blue … Continue reading

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Steamy

dated: 01/04/09 i emote in cursive on my shower door the steam morphs the glass into canvass as the rain meets the floor my finger is my pen my glass is my paper my contact is my ink my mind … Continue reading

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jihad.

dated 02/08/09 i am a homeless man sitting in the sands of anbar Continuing my unarmed jihad, my soul unharmed by the shrapnel from the IED that ruptured me. my slowly pumping heart: physically torn by what the bomb borne, … Continue reading

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