What  the fuck is this shit?

What the fuck is this shit?

I see streets of gray, gray buildings too.
I see them grow around me and you.
And I think to myself:

What the fuck is this shit?

I see skies of gray and clouds of gray, (wtf!)
the wet windy day, the cold ass night,
and I think to myself:

What the fuck is this shit?

The colors of the pavement, so ugly on the ground,
are also on the faces of people screwing around.
I see addicts shooting up, saying “Do you want to fight?”
They’re really saying, “I’m high as a kite!”

I hear babies crying, I watch them bitch.
There’ll be more crying when their dad cracks the whip!

And I think to myself:

What the fuck is this shit?

Yes, I think to myself:

What the fuck is this shit????

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What You Leave, What I Keep

What You Leave, What I Keep

You left concave shapes
scattered around the house
molds filing up with my tears.

I keep fine fibers
of you – hair strands, sock lint, dust
-warm in my pocket.

Poetic Form: Tanka

Poetic Form: Tanka

The tanka (or waka) is a classical Japanese poetic form, typically consisting of five lines or units (lines in the Romanized forms). Each line or unit has a specific number of syllables, creating a total pattern of 5-7-5-7-7.

Much like a haiku, the form appears simple. However, brevity is often easier to digest than it is to create. Moreover, the goal of any tanka is to create a specific picture and mood within the reader’s mindscape. The previous poem I wrote for the blog was a tanka. If you feel up to it, give it a try in the comments or link me to your own tankas. I’d love to read my reader’s works.