oh dang, thanks for the #poetry feature on the latest poem y’all.
Ever see a kid bike home
with a barrel full of diesel fuel
and sell it door to door
cheaper than lemonade
or were you the one
to declassified vids
of high altitude nuclear tests.
Stop at the general store
or burn straight thru…
the rush’ll feel lonely—
You can drive all day,
but it won’t matter.
You still won’t find
So, burn all the way
on the lesser road…
Merge and take a place
down lane, or
follow the rungs.
They’ll take you home
just like the cartoons.
A future where one reads
an e-book and sends
an ‘im bored’ e-mail to
a friend in another country.
A future where one takes
a selfie, smokes an e-cig,
and makes sure to throw
a ‘bored’ look—not lonely.
A future where we’re all
around the same e-fire,
then re-placed alone, and
given the illusion of together.
Murder out my Yaris® and send me off to Antarctica.
I wanna be the lowest satellite the world will never see.
\/\ and \ \\ \\\\/\/ \// Severed.
///// \ /
Sloughed off long before the flakes ever put a tick on screen—
fingers still twirlin’ right in front of their eyes all ‘phhhzzsss…’
in a spiralling gesture leaving them all bronze, bitter, and cold.
Cuz statues always stand in a self absorbed kinda way anyway.
i think i’m gonna go for the i’m still here joaquin phoenix ‘look’ for this holiday season
Upon our introduction, the first thing the President said to me was, “That’s a great suit! You know? I’d wear a suit like that. But my staff would never let me.” To which I replied, “Mr. President, this is one instance where it’s better being an artist than being the President of the United States: artists can wear anything they want.” And then he glanced down at my saddle shoes and exclaimed, “You’re wearing golf shoes!” Which in part was true, that being the genius of Thom Browne, to take something familiar and recontextualize it to the point of it being “wrong.” And that is exactly what I aimed to do with my performance: to straddle tradition and radicality, being both and, at the same time, being neither; to embrace contradiction, keep people guessing.
Photo from Emily Spivack’s “Worn Stories" book.
do you go to the party where you know everyone
or the party where you only know three people?