A Poem about Screenshots

Upheavals erupt, faster than change.   There are three known cops in my head, Cops in my head.   The Cop of Time, Grants freezing one of the two existential passions: Cringe or, Cling.   *Witch* does not always lead to  a craft:    She devotedly invests time, in missing something someone, As a ground … 

 

A Poem about a Container

I need a container, To help me contain The fluidity of all That I do not desire To chain;   like a company. Academic, cultural, scholarly, instructive. Youtube tutorial.   I need a container, To order my facts chronologically. Flat. Straight. Linear, (Until wet).   For inclusion, Exclusion, Fearlessness, Confidence, the most.   For each … 

 

European kind of waiting

The deadline for waiting is Hard to measure.    Official ends to waiting processes were invented by the ministry, I believe.   If there are any, Bureaucratic reasons to wait,  The waiting may come too early.  In which case,  unfair; Almost fruitless.   If not as smooth, Sweet days of discipline, Is a relevant song.  … 

 

A poem

There is a gap in time, What should I do?    I’m temporarily left-handed; looking at the notebook next to my bed. Boring.  Some magazine underneath it.  Boring.  Another reading material underneath, Ugh. No. Another no.  Three nos, four nos.   I don’t want to count my calorie intake; I don’t want to learn how … 

 

A demo poem

I’ve learned, A kind of communication, different from the one my masters have taught me, also different from the one my home has taught me.   I’ve been taught that, what I’m learning, is how to read between the lines (of emotion); Furthermore, how to be deeply aware of else’s interiority, such as symbols/references/hooks/tricks;   …