Poetry

Collecting Chaos

Directional pad, three buttons,
that’s all it was & it was too much
for a game where all there is
is run, run, jump, run, run
crouch & charge & run.

Words Drowned by Fireworks

Someone out there,
a considerable length away
from this tomb’s miraculous
demise, could do
something as well, anything.

Five Poems

the crowd stands to honor fallen heroes
brought to you by RAYTHEON, guiding
missiles to the heart since 1948
you hear that thump, you know you’re alive

Two Poems

When your world is ruled by another,
you are forced to perform, to spit,
to jump,
to be cruel when all you want is to be beautiful.