Archive for complaining

With love and regards to those who devour

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2015 by unsensible

In every gnash teeth, bullet vest narcissist
Anti-social, sociopath, tinpot, despot to the strong and infamous
Is the sneaking admiration of the legions sheep
With true love for their vulpine tormentors

In your bedroom and the boardroom
From the gleam of your blood on their chin
Spills the dreamy rictus grin of success
To stir the sanguine blood of the anemic do-gooders, one liners, and protest signers

In a world of pants down politicians and zero sum heroes
Nothing wins the bleeding heart like the iron-rich smell of success

I probably don’t like your poetry

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2014 by unsensible

Please don’t take offense
Rhyming doesn’t make more sense
And free
form poetry
Isn’t

more Meaningful

Cultural references
And incongruous metaphors
Like big fancy
Don’t make your work sui generis

Trying to breathe life into the dead form
Is dripping formaldehyde
Draining the blood
From a pretty corpse

It looks almost alive

But…
Spilled blood makes a pretty
Rorschach for the disenfranchised

When it screams
Your secrets at 4 a.m.
Don’t listen to me

Writers are notorious liars

Ponderous Profundity #4

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2014 by unsensible

The internet is invigorating like a million people giving voice to their opinions, thoughts, and feelings in a choral harmoic of hubric glory;
Don’t focus on the opinions of the individual singers. It destroys the effect.

WordPress is a critic (not really a poem)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on June 3, 2014 by unsensible

Sometimes this site just doesn’t publish my pieces
It tells me it’s going to
The flashing cursor is very reassuring
But it’s not, and it will be weeks before I notice

Everyone’s a critic
Not everyone has veto power

complaining is the new poetry

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on May 1, 2014 by unsensible

Writing rhyming poetry is like writing with my balls tied behind my back
It’s possible but…
Ow

The results aren’t always ideal

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