I start off every poem by changing the font to Hoefler. Makes me feel a bit more … dignified … as though I have earned my right to say dear world I am a confessional poet when I never really do fess up and do I really write any poetry and this too is another […]
Tag: confessional?
ode to first strikes
oh, monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be: the unlikely story, here we are, orbiting outside space of closed bar, between us a bridge, both of us victims of some violence: you, the first stone cast, the queen dethroned, me, the first to leave, a nomad in this empty echo. […]
Fear Of Your Empty Beer Glass
Once, you asked me what I would want for myself; I answered as you would have wanted, i.e. mark of a man, a six-pack, job that pays good money etc. 5Cs and COE, a happy family. Another time you asked me ridiculous koans: what is the sound of two butts farting. If a NSman shits […]
ugly stage 