Words

We are the Forgotten

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We are the forgotten The people no one will remember The ones people will forget Not exceptional just ordinary We are the majority We will be remembered as a...

focus

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where was the attention span placed? look under the rubble the distracted clutter of mind is hiding there somewhere it would have remembered to call if the blue jay...

Out of time

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He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...

I am always asleep, always dreaming

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promise: I lost the meaning of the wordwhile begging & beggingfor it to be solid my teeth reach into hope to sinkbiting into air that...

September Dawn

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The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,  Will not, dear life, have come in vain.  The last burst of green life given In dried beds of aged creeks...

The Ins and Outs of Planetary Relocation

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I tie the solar system around your wrist to remind you why Days are longer here. Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows through the red valleys...

Broken Poem

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There is a poem lying beside the road, its red fur ablaze in the morning sunlight. The spine of the poem is broken and one leg is partially...

Colorado Goddamn

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Dear Nina, Two years in, milady, and all Boulder has taught me is that keeping up with the Joneses still keeps one oblivious to the...

Dada Def Poems

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What is a Nihilist An ink blot and a reminder levied on ships that anchor in a port. A trial condemningthe leader of a dramatic chorus. It...

The failure in our living

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Dying where we stand, slouched, our eyes closed, hands covering our ears, one could almost imagine the world has stopped revolving, a silent protest against our collective indifference of the rot...

If I Could Fight

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Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

in the light

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Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...