forgive me the dirt the ink beneath so many pages laced in lead I owe pulp mills an inheritance of words left & yet strands, strings stretch across alleys rain-wet & trodden by feet soot-shod in cacklejack bookfires
Author: mwschmeer
2022-12-15
board of trustrees every oak an incorporation of light
2022-12-14
clout is like your belly button: you are either in or you are out but no one gives a damn except during sex & even then it’s a nice accessory to have to prove you’re human so don’t make a fuss unless you want […]
2022-12-13
the snake my father stomped & ground the copper- head’s head beneath his heel & flicked his cigarette into the creek– I fought a bass with knotted line & reel until my fingers bled; the hook embedded deep within its throat to where I […]
2022-12-12
goose politics wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk […]
2022-12-11
how to appreciate poetry It helps if your heart’s been broken at least three times. Get plowed over by dumb luck. Get drunk on moonlight. Or sunlight. Or gin. Watch a child try. And fail. Teach a house to suffer. Show an owl how […]
2022-12-10
drunk twenties #3 after many beers word say they make don’t but hey the fuck you mean no gimme keys back oh baby drive you home me or something let me uber you time long lyft & in come in & mind the cat […]
