tightrope
Talking
Valves
Bi

whichever way the wind blows
despite my yearning
for equilibrium
my grasp on the pole,
I

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Dinosaurs in the Hood

But this can’t be a black movie. This can’t be a black movie. This movie can’t be a metaphor for black people & extinction. This movie can’t be about race. This movie can’t be about black pain or cause black people pain. Besides, the only reason I want to make this is for that first scene anyway:…

The Poetry Foundation

so filled with ire
my pen loaded only with
hollow bullet points

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Snacking

Such sweet and voracious tearing,
rending then chewing cherry flesh
during the first read of a poem.

And for subsequent reads,
endlessly rolling the pit between tongue and roof,
saliva and friction removing every last morsel.

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My poem for today’s #PoemsAbout prompt #Spectacle - hosted by @BrokenSpineArts over on BSky

Wrote this reflecting on an experience here in suburbia, walking home from a park and hearing a mysterious music in the air from no source I could identify.

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Poem 30:

may
the fourth be
with you like a news
reporter sitting in the
back of
your head telling
you the sun has to
shine on the
dark side
some day that you
will go blind in
brightness war is
repetition a desire
to consume

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let
the garden stay over
grown at least it
has grown into some
thing i keep receiving
pointless numbers
turn right in 400m
the road stops
in 200m 100 people
applauding me when i
drive off the
pier the harbor floor bleeds
petrol and then everyone
leaves
the city in the
end

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Poem 28:

i sat
at a desk with you
on the other side
of it explaining
your situation what
you have been
through waking
up some morning
bullets shattering
the windows hammering
into the
ceiling every
evening i take
the bus to somewhere but
end up nowhere

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#artists never drink alone
we toast our #muse
who clinks with the touch
pen to paper
brush to canvas
press of clay
twist of metal
dizzy only from
a proper translation

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