Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • When you touch a guitar

    Sounds I’d never imagine come out

    Even the most well known song becomes crisp, clear, and new

    Your guitar sings like a song that cannot be written

    Cannot be pinned down to notes and ink and paper

    Like every note you pluck is new

    Dare I say simple and clean?

    If only you’d stop staring at the tv and see me

    But you’ll never see me

    Believe me

    Is it perfect?

    I hope it’s perfect

    The life you’re viewing right now

    I can’t know, can only see what you show

    Like your guitar

    I wish I could watch you play for hours

    Just see the motion of you for some time

    Maybe longer than a moment

    I wish I could see you for longer than a moment

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  • Dear Chester,

    Today I thought of you while watching a video of a Chihuahua that was walking while also taking a piss

    The dog’s name was Chester

    You pop in at the most interesting moments

    I think you would have enjoyed the video

    They won $10,000, it was on AFV

    But you’re not here so you didn’t even have the chance to see it

    You’re missing so much

    You missed two years shut in your house with your family

    How would you have been?

    I think of you often your name, which I seldom recognised before, has turned into an instant reminder

    Chester no one plays your music anymore

    I miss your music

    Some of them I can still listen to without feeling like I’m being yelled at

    It’s a long story

    I miss you

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  • Don’t tell the Sun I’m cheating on him with Saturn

    And sometimes Vega

    And never Jupiter

    Probably

    Such nonsensicals

    It is the truth that the planets and stars are the only ones who get to know the depth of my love for them

    Poured into thick in and dripping over the pages

    I can love them with a deafening silence, with a silence scream, and never feel judgement for it

    Never care whether rocks and balls of fire care for love

    If you could know my joy upon seeing them,

    Simply by knowing they are here with me

    My twinkling diamonds, my precious stones

    Imagine if they were really mine

    What a world I would make

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  • Oh Sun I’m going to miss you

    You’re down below the line and I didn’t even get to see you much today

    Just a wink below the line and I can no longer see you

    How I miss you when you’re gone

    How I can’t stand you when you’re here

    Too big, too bright, too on fire

    Too much until you’re gone and then I’m left without you and what is that?

    Winter, winter, nights. They come in so sneakingly.

    Oh Sun we fucked up the weather

    It is almost mid October and I didn’t need a coat today

    Even the trees are confused and the only think showing me it is in fact Fall is

    You’re not here in the evening to greet me

    Oh how I’ll miss you Sun.

    Into the arctic winter.

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  • It really does escape me

    This drive to hurt other people

    Becoming inhumane themselves to hurt others

    And for what reason?

    I have never disliked someone enough to try to hurt their life

    Quite simply it escapes me why someone would use that much energy

    I only almost passed out several times over the last few days

    How do they have that much energy?

    Such effort.

    It makes me wonder if they have any joys in their life

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  • Sometimes I feel like I’m following an ancient path through the world

    Yet I feel more advanced

    Advanced is the wrong word but I hesitate to say awoken, because others have co-opted it

    I feel like I’m following a path my ancestors set

    And not the ancestors like great great there are too many, these were the people who fought against the Christian tyranny

    My ancestors who are gone because of their One God

    I feel like I’m on this path but I don’t know my meaning

    I can’t change people they simply be… Humans

    I wish I lived in a world where there were many different species of not quite humans

    Perhaps I would find my own kind

    Wishful wisps lost in the darkness that is our world and the state of humanity

    Couldn’t they just be nice to eachother?

    I hear the teachings of non corrupted cultures

    I wonder how history tried to snuff them out

    The universe made me and I looked back and see

    What a world it could be

    If only, if only.

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