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April 19, 2020

2019 Poetry



In honor of National Poetry Month, allow me to share with you a few of the poems I wrote last year. The shorter ones don’t have titles, so I’ve separated each poem by asterisks:

* * *


Look at me:
what you see
is a star
burning bright
and about to implode.


* * *


Lost my grip on Reality,
let go of its leash.
Now, I'm lost in the woods,
hounded by growling,
untamed Delusions
hot on my heels.


* * *

For the Record

Do you ever just feel like a broken record?
Do you ever just—
Do you ever just—
just—
just feel like a broken?
Spinnin’ around,
scratches on your heart,
on your vinyl,
on your—
Do you ever just feel like a broken record?
Skip—
Skipping ahead
or back
several tracks,
several rings,
spiraling
on your vinyl,
on your—
Do you ever just—
just—
just—
just—
...
pull the needle up and come to a stop?


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