LOG OUT
What is death, sensei?
And what do you think is the answer, student?
I do not know, sensei. I know what the ancient philosophers teach,
but what would you say, in this 21st century?
Death is when the soul logs out of all devices.
it is easy to talk about the blooms
of a flower, how the round petals
unfurl predictably and brillant
or how good the first in season
strawberry smells, the center
of it saturated in color so sweet
i could go on for hours of how
beautiful the little things are –
the magnolia, my mother’s hand,
a cat sprawled open in afternoon
sun. impressionism has hold on
us for good reason. but i
feel phony in these relflections.
what a dumb privledge it is
to stare at a flower when all
i do is scroll past pain
that’s clear, daunting, and unjust.
who has the right to joy
as long as their is a child
who will never know a garden
who will never know its bloom
Doom scrolling in bed
Chat room conversations
A primal exchange
Becoming consumed
Beyond danger
The nervous system of the humble lobster
Eject
A message for my past self
16th summer
Washing dirty dishes
Top Down
Perform
Mellow love
Very complicated toxic crush
Angry mouse
Feast of love
Step nine
Healing my relationships with sonnets | for Lee Harrick
For Darcie
June forecasts vi:
Coming rain with potential
Loss of wild
(thank you to the following poets who titled their poems with the lines above: atmospherique, Yersinia P, Patrick Miles, P.C. Cimex, L. Sipe, Alora Jones, Lennart Lundh, Kareeatzpoem22, Sophie Watson, Jordan Quinn, CA Grady, Hat, Somnia, Stefania heller, Jess Roat, Shaun Turner, Susanna Spearman, Lucy Oquaye, Rachel Greve, Michele LeNoir)
Listening to a poet speak of
the winds of change and the
unrelentless purpose of imagery.
Images engage readers to travel to
enticing destinations, secret lands
amid the drenching of time.
Don’t overestimate yourself.
Don’t cry in your morning coffee.
Don’t fall at the end of the marathon.
Write the happenings.
Write the happines
Write the happenstance.
Capture the fragrance of the dense
woods and swirl it around on a
batton to bless those that hear.
The poet used a camera, its lense full of images
to challenge the balance of the universe.
All I needed was a little inspiration,
But I got everything instead.
All I needed was a dance or two,
But I got a lifetime waltz.
All I needed was a hand in mine,
But I got a heart of love.
All I needed was a little inspiration,
But I got life’s great adventure.
All I needed was you.
My doctor told me
my sister was dying
soon and I should visit her
but not stay long or sit close
for her immune syustem was dying,
as well, and time could take her
any second, for there was no curative dose
beyond the hand of God.
It was a visit I’m glad I took.
When I got up to leave,
she told me:
I love you, too.
folks argue if you know how to feel pain,
if the will for suffering is held in
the spirit or
the brain,
if a brain can be a net, crude cut axons
woven on a sheet of strange seaborn meat.
if the roil of some conflagration can harm you but not hurt you, does it even matter?
“it’s so hard to be puppy,”
we say when she won’t stop biting and has to go down for a nap,
and she screams like hammers and nails and crab claw crackers until sleep steals indignation away.
can i weep? is the sound of me neuron-driven or just
air being squeezed out of my bright-red, cooking skeleton?
(chorus:)
doom scrollin in bed
don’t let dem trolls
get to your head
Still rollin these meds
am i gonna consume
or will i show up instead ?
doom scrollin in bed
don’t let dem trolls
get to ya head
im still rollin these meds
just to hold me through
aint forget what you said
(verse:)
wake up
doom scrollin in bed
stay up
doom scrollin in bed
don’t even know
what im doin
to my head
social media
fuckin us up
in real time
i don’t even know
what i read
i think i feel fine
just give me another hit
of that algorithm
give me a another nip
of my mentions
give me another rip
for the tension
give me somethin to sip
for my friends
that aint still with us
I know ya need some too
anything to lean on
to help ya get through
pour some out
for the world we once knew
Everything goin AI
and it aint The Answer
seem like its goin to the wayside
cuz greed is a cancer
sink they teeth in ya
from the pampers
to the pampers
livin off hate and lies
if ya say the truth
they gon try to make an example
outta you
stand up for yourself or get trampled
but some people can’t choose
some gon try to take advantage
better understand it
now it’s shit we go through
like this tunnel of this escapism
runnin through my head
while i’m thumbin through the web
(chorus:)
doom scrollin in bed
don’t let dem trolls
get to your head
Still rollin these meds
am i gonna consume
or will i show up instead ?
doom scrollin in bed
don’t let dem trolls
get to ya head
im still rollin these meds
just to hold me through
aint forget what you said
