A boy plays with his
platonic shadow against
his own perspective.
Bad Poetry is: immoral. …gives you a bad cry instead of a good cry. …provides reason for the unreasonable. …conceives the self in self pity— a victim of verse. …draws devil’s horns on children of God …fails to uplift man to a greater calling. Bad Poetry is: false. …ineffective to convey the idea to begin […]
I don’t use these words lightly. Your poetry may suck. In the words of David Orr, a poetry critic at the New Yorker, “If you like all poetry, maybe you should be trusted with scissors.” The post modern era has brainwashed the masses into thinking all art is subjective and thus all art is equal. […]
“Broke” I’m breaking up, breaking down Breaking in, and I’m breaking out On brink to break, I’m breaking bad! Brake the brakes, I’m breaking mad! Break with Step. Break with Time. Break seam in pants, break-dance for a dime. Break bank, broken piggies tank Break the trust, broken deal by bust Break my balls, she […]
Atlas breathes a sigh of relief— a setting down the celestial heavens he held up all day; he covered himself in a blanket of stars for warmth. Warmth— that notion before it was one— unconscious of there being— yet to be conceived— a fetus in the womb. Atlas was born into a blank canvas to […]