this poem
doesn't kill
fascists but
it hurts their
precious snow-
flake alpha
incel feelings
just enough
to bait them
to respond so
everyone knows
who to block

#poetry #badmicropoetry

the raccoon staggers
across the lawn
in noonday sun
drunk on trash
juice & rum like
that time in 1989
when Joanie tossed
a fifth of Everclear
into the bonfire &
the heat-whomp
pushed us back
& two days later
I sobered up enough
to squint & crawl
home & think
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?

#badmicropoetry #poem

on predestination

there is no plan
beyond just this:
bees for honey,
flies for shit.

#badmicropoetry #poetry

no one prays
to the god of
sporks except
drunks at KFC
& even then the
slaw goes every-
where but home

#badmicropoetry #poetry

Boosting this post because I'll be damned I didn't catch myself nodding my head in agreement as I read:

https://frankchimero.com/blog/2025/selling-lemons/

outskirts math

+
first fall morning:
driveway cat unfurls
beneath Ford F150

-
sauce, sauce, squirrel
Cadet Cub circles
battered apple trees

x
morning splits air
lawn gurgles sludge:
septic tank leakage

÷
across the creek
my father's razor
rusts in silence

#badmicropoetry #poems

"Lists are how we fight chaos with ballpoint pens."
--Mira Ptacin

https://longreads.com/2025/07/15/eight-limes-no-more-found-lists-poetry/

tree on roof:
squirrels scurry
as chainsaws growl

#badmicropoetry #poetry