Tag: verse

Wait, That’s Not Even a Poem

In my past life When I dropped myself on the bed Overworked, exhausted & sleep-deprived After studying English poetry all night There were snippets of rhymed lines Waging a war […]

Staring into That Good Night

So it’s night and I go to smoke Outside And see—so many fucking stars Just hanging up there Flickering like crazy (Maybe Some of them are planes) Anyway Here’s the […]

Walls Make Neighbours

There’s a wall between me And the gritty city street Just a wall Of concrete or brick or shit One and something feet maybe Separating me From everything not-home Not-nice, […]

Random Suggestions Poetry

I’ve been fascinated with the relatively recent feature of the WordPress Reader: the Suggestions that show at the top, just above the feed. What’s so curious about them is: I […]

Zombies’ Night Out

People swarm and swell And form a dumb mass Of bodies to fill the train Their vital signs are sound Except—they are dead And there are too many of them […]

Intimacy with Strangers

Elbow to elbow | Thigh to thigh The guy on a packed bus | Sitting next to me No | On top of me He’s in my personal space | […]

Tenement Rules

I was on community service this week. I call it community service but it’s in fact a chore wheel where the six flats in the tenement take turns in cleaning […]

So I Got These Ikea Glasses…

Design IKEA Made in CHINA What the f*ck? Well *shrug* Glass is glass You drop it . It breaks . . Into millions Of shards . . . Except, I […]

Sorry about the Silence

I haven’t been around for a while. (Stating the obvious.) I’ve been busy busting my ass working like my life depended on it (it sort of does). It’s not that […]

An Anti-nursery Rhyme

Sleep is when You’re awake, but unaware Or comatose, and oblivious Or dead, not a care Sleep takes  The pains Out of all things Who’d want to be up Not […]

The Life I Save May Be My Own

A tiny thing Crying and cowering Behind the bins Is that— A cat! A kitten rather All big-eyed And terrified Shh, shh, she said There, there You’re good now She […]

A Miniature Portrait in Pink

Peeling pink polish On a girl who’s been biting her nails Again Because the pain is easier to bear Then Disclaimers: I don’t bite my nails I don’t use pink […]

The Motivational Inscription on My Mug

LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE What the fuck? That’s a bit too much to ask, Right? Isn’t there an easier task? Like, Die or Lie in bed and Stare at the wall. […]

A Pill a Day

I measure my weeks In the number of pills I take to calm down To continue to exist Not too many Not to get a habit Count them out Don’t […]

Black, Red and None

When you dress black To reflect The dark matter in your head When you dress red To say that You’re not dead yet When you don’t dress At all Because […]

What a Quiet Night Tonight

When it’s so quiet You think You should hear yourself breathing But you hear nothing Have you gone deaf Have you died What’s happening You’re terrified Has it ever happened […]

The Noise in the House in the Night

I’m waiting for my bedtime and not really up to anything. So I penned a poem (so-called). I was just listening. In the middle of the night (but not midnight) […]

Dear Sleeping Pill, You Had One Job

In the night My mind is up and around Alive, awake, awhirl Churning out stuff That happened That didn’t That should have   Heyou, mind, Cut the crap Stop the […]