What he said.

More poems.

I’ve been getting more and more into short short poems, singular ideas normally.

Go ahead and click read on… or the title of these posts to view them in their entirety.

Untitled Short #2

Everything (I need) is between my ears
Or sometimes in my ears
Or on the page.
It’s encoded…
Hard to understand
Really
Even for supercomputers.

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Untitled Short #4

I stopped dreaming,
About the past,
When the cyborg’s
Invented
Mind-vision.

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Release

There was a spider on my Norton Anthology
I moved quickly down the stairs through the double doors and single doors.
As I walk I twist and turn this text
Keeping the spider on the same plane
I imagine a divine being rotating the earth
And creating gravity.
I imagine explaining to this spider
Fourth dimensional physics
Two dimensional planes rotating in three
Rotating in four.
Introducing the spider to the
Cold outside
I wonder how long it will take
For it joints to freeze
And for it to die,
After liberation.