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?