In all the glory and divine With every restless year to come There is but one, this subtle kiss Upon the lips of the one I love Rise up and give it all you’ve got Glimpses caught have now been gone The love you have is the love you sought For memory fades with every [...]
I may regret this later, but I recorded a couple of my old spoken word peices from years ago. The first is Crow’s Flight, the second is called Catalyst. I’m surprised I still have these memorized, and I hope to get some better recordings of them sometime. If you are interested in hearing the low-fi [...]
Run in the Sun? The rhyme sounds fine but its heat has me beat. Update: Please see the addition to this poem below by Drunkengrass
Design Observer recently published a poem by Christian Bök, and it got me to thinking about the experimental poetry I used to write. If you’ve done any digging on this site you may have noticed there is quite a lot of poetry. A closer look would tell you most of it’s more than a couple [...]
[after a sunset] A cloud moved, the tail of it could not keep up. Faintly pressing into sky slowly, like creeping Spring and the crumbling of time between two fingers. I saw a falling shade of blue, a Sycamore, and two bats feeding on a shifting plague. They circled about without tiring and without pause, [...]
[For Chris Tolles] Chiseling away at the fallen Solomon branch atop a dry peak, sweat wiped away with golden leaves. Crooked sunlight breaking through the gap while I, the carver, force an improvised monument to carry his name with chrystal joy across the lake below. He has walked across this water before, whispering crowd. Eternally [...]
The longer the jump The longer the spree The longer the absence will be
Squirrels seem to stage Acrobatic musicals While harvesting
