Poetry

poems

march
gas pump
breathing
1:14 am
miracles
fuck-you-karl
that bird
ana
pissing
ripples
stamps
beer
creek
crotch
exposed
electric
mud
gray clock
feed
that-raven
big
F
open caskets
time
too
witch-hazel
her
never
blood
lake
secret
heroes
tear
old hill
got to
granite
boy
september
you
sunlight

I place 26 letters from the English alphabet occasionally combined with various Arabic numbers in sequences that I like while utilizing blank spaces and 14 punctuation marks between said letters or numbers to create stories. For example: Eva enjoys cotton candy, mathematics, feather-light kisses, removing wood splinters from soft feet, and whiskey with an e. One day she will die and be gone forever. The lake she loves is smooth as black glass under the waxing moon. Too many people are scared to live. Not Eva. Some days she wields a heavy maul, shattering the black glass touching her shoreline. Most of the atoms comprising Eva exploded from unstable high mass stars, billions of years ago. That makes her smile. Eva is the strongest, most beautiful, most alluring person in the universe - at least that's what Nick thinks.