ignorance

the people that come

into my work and ask for

"which coffee tastes

like cappuccino?"

should be kept on a tight leash,

or killed. brutally. 

initiative

you possess the words,

and fingers to count with. write

haiku and submit.

lame shit

i like my friends to

balance: some snarky cynics,

some who love the world.

"i don't want shoes that are played out, so..."

argentinian

boys are blessed by what we call

capitalism

do not grow a full beard

it reminds me of

kissing my father good-bye:

lips prickled by a

whiskered cheek, or on

best days, the razor buzzing

before morning bath.

party favors

I thought I did well
Light, but maybe romantic.
You left with another

darkness

i haven't seen the
sunlight in weeks and the sad
thing is i don't care

amongst the vaguness that is

i think those of us who are involved in the five/seven/five project are at least semi-pleased with the outcome thus far; however, it's not enough.
if you come across this website (by whatever means), don't be intimidated.
there's very some good poetry on this page and also some not-so-good poetry.
it doesn't matter.
what truly matters is that everyone writes.
if you attened kent state university, keep your eye out for flyers because they'll be out soon.
get the word out & submit.

<3,
575

a circle ends where it began

a muddled mother--
baby-weighted, resentful--
attempts to escape;

in sun-lit focus
the fog rises above the
sidewalk. connected,

no doubt, to all things
she wanders-- accepting her
smallness in the vast

greatness, content to
be a body, to be feet
firmly trampling grass.

about love, in a roundabout way

it wasn't broken,
literally, only bruised.
either way, she lost.

sunday smile

i feel that someone
wants to tell me something but
they are too nervous.

basic truths

you and i have the
worst timing out of all the
people i have met.

anomalies

i criticize the
things closest to me in case
they should not be there.

pseudonyms

under new names we
will act as though we will not
care if it happens

freedom to choose

it could be argued

that the most important things

in life are free but

that's a lie, because

actually, there's only 

one thing and it's you.