I’ve been mulling over what my brand as a “working poet” should be. I’ve experienced short bursts of confidence in my product with every recent release of verse to the environment, gaining belief that my audience, as small and humble they may be, have developed loyalty to my heart’s diary. Do these patrons connect truly […]Read more "– brand name –"
Fair to claim the touches of self-hate are a part of the programming, taught to love what ruins my vessel, what ruins my verses, what rumbles my crown. Deprogramming and repair have been pains worth bawling through, both the explicit tears and the ones kept under my cap. The stress of change and its anti-overnight […]Read more "– rewiring –"
I do not see anger in myself towards your actions; hypocrisy would baptize my name if I did. However, I will only express the following words once, and never once more after: of all of your failures, this is the one I am the utmost proud of you for. No fucks to give about the […]Read more "– thank the good lord you failed –"
I see you as prey, I smell the scent in the Orange County sun. I’m lost in my daze because these cravings got me on the hunt. Work you down slowly, I’m molding my meal, just to catch a small taste, a short chase in the field. “Do you like poetry? I know a spot,” […]Read more "– at least i asked –"
I jump in, and I very well may jump down your throat, delivering my greatest Oprah impersonation, playing with the chords of your vocals in order to pull the strings of your heart. I possess a nerve to make Ed Bradley a proud father figure, making my quest for truth a valid and fulfilling one. […]Read more "– dialogue –"
Will you release me, allow me to fly and possibly freefail- I mean freefall through the violent air, seeing the definitive lines and shapes of this earth blur and bleed into each other as I tumble to the ground in full hysterics? May I demand the right to inhale risk through my lungs, exposing myself, […]Read more "– a twinge of impatience –"