I wander around writing free poems for folks using only a typewriter and a prompt. Below you can find some of the poems I have typed for people, arbitrarily arranged by theme in a haphazard manner.
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ideally, life & art are inseparable.
People like us / don’t contain themselves. ( image ) ( comment )
They think I study / death / because I’m morbid. ( image ) ( comment )
Praise be unto Int ( image ) ( comment )
sewn along the threads of dreamless sleep. ( image ) ( comment )
does it make a sound? ( image ) ( comment )
When will we dance / on the edges of time? ( image ) ( comment )
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dark. demons. nightmares. and subtle regrets.
IM me on Yahoo! Messenger. / It’s important. ( image ) ( comment )
I can never take back. ( image ) ( comment )
I am staring at my knuckles / all throughout dinner, as if I can will / myself into existence. ( image ) ( comment )
the woman said the parasite she picked / up from Thailand was making her fat. ( image ) ( comment )
Years passed. / Still she sat. ( image ) ( comment )
Well it started in the summer, sometime in June, when it was warm enough to go swimming in last season’s bathing suit, but as she knows I wasn’t going anywhere near that plaid banking blue and pink, but yes it was the summer, in the summer heat where I last caught her reflection. ( image ) ( comment )
Please, / shake me out of this stupor– ( image ) ( comment)
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nostalgia. being a kid. sudden urges to play freeze-tag.
She was snowy. / That’s what I remember. ( image ) ( comment )
When we were younger / and in some ways wiser ( comment )
this particular shade of chipped-tooth white / indicates an erection at the time of extraction. ( image ) ( comment )
you will succumb to the gooey center ( image) ( comment )
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love in strange places via miraculous means.
One day you will bury / the memory: ( image) ( comment )
I’ve fallen in love / with all of life’s / paradoxes. ( image ) ( comment )
Mistakes are more permanent / than we’d often admit. ( image ) ( comment )
Oh! if only timezones / were erogenous / by nature. ( image ) ( comment )
We could be swinging / from dusty charms / threaded by stars ( image ) ( comment )
and in that touch I knew that this / would last. ( image ) ( comment )
I let my sight / drop down into the folded alleys / of your youth: ( image ) ( comment )
how is it that I alone bear witness / to your transformation? ( image ) ( comment )
I would carry her burdens if she’d let me. ( image ) ( comment )
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dreams coinciding with the nature of the universe.
When was the last time / you thought / of me, unexpected ( image ) ( comment )
Who says sleep / is subconscious? ( image ) ( comment )
my dreams often make loud / chaotic sounds. ( image ) ( comment )
look for the narrow space between words ( image ) ( comment )
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we are all one consciousness experiencing the universe subjectively.
Some abstractions / I could live without. ( image ) ( comment )
We will not be forgotten / by you, oh gullible gardener. ( image ) ( comment )
I felt your roots untangle / beneath my calloused feet. ( image ) ( comment )
Now sleep / is a myth. Silence / an exhausted metaphor. ( image ) ( comment )
If silence is golden, then words / must be godly– ( image ) ( comment )
Orange is my favorite color. ( image ) ( comment )
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micro/macro observations.
What I don’t tell you is / I’m judging your walk ( image ) ( comment )
Quiet band / setting up. / On the wrong / edge of morning ( image ) ( comment )
a gentle passing / and moments of infinite beauty. ( image ) ( comment )
full of people / empty of people ( image ) ( comment )
Two pieces of meaty vegetables / tonsil the crook of your dishwasher ( image ) ( comment )
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an echo of the way memories and dreams are perceived and felt.
Certainly there are types / who refer to the first time / as losing, ( image ) ( comment )
Most people can’t stand the cold. / But we ( image ) ( comment )
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time space life death nothingness everything expands/collapses.
imagine their ancestors / bulky and taking ( image ) ( comment )
Your stare is an Alaskan blue / deep and chilled, often void ( image ) ( comment )
Of course, / there is always something new / passing between us: ( image ) ( comment )
Crawling is a slow path / onto greatness ( image ) ( comment )
