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some think poetry is easy assembly line || word and rhyme sun rays refracting through dew drops pastoralidyllicboring imagery flouncing around in mist like so many bovine ballerinas poems are not a cattle-call where young words freshly-shorn, await their fate in blank hallways for odes or epics or narratives forming into columns and marching down the white field da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-ha...

Wired like a dog hooked on an electric fence I sit awake, again Trying to find the way to sleep Like so many nights before The pulse in my head continues Thought follows thought, overlapping There is no respite Only endless agony I do all the stupid things That don't address this But salve somewhat the symptoms And keep me from going insane Writing this is one of them It does nothing for my sleep But it eases the pain somewhat Distracting me from my misery And so I sit and write And watch the...

some think poetry is easy assembly line || word and rhyme sun rays refracting through dew drops pastoralidyllicboring imagery flouncing around in mist like so many bovine ballerinas poems are not a cattle-call where young words freshly-shorn, await their fate in blank hallways for odes or epics or narratives forming into columns and marching down the white field da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-hah da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum hoo-hah hoo-hah hoo-ha...

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlewind, and sayd, “Who is this that darkneth counsell by words without knowledge?” —from Job chapter 38, King James Bible “I can only do it because I’m scared of you” she squeak-squealed from tightened larynx the fear the truth beating on me like the sun in the dark bedroom I had mastery and it tasted like acid in the back of my throat I kept her So she wouldn’t suffer She did so much not withstanding ego defacement from parents before I came And unlo...

Skye and I walked the unguarded path pressed by great green walls sun shining splintered broken shards on packed dirt we were not friends here but rivals we strove for glory quickly came the attack quick as light little people explode from garish green brush I was taken looked into his eyes he wrote my death there, watched my capturing moon peeks from behind gray swaying trees rays land softly on packed earth I laid on a table strapped to the wood a sacrifice to an unnamed god the witch docto...