Submissions by MediocrePoet

I’m not in a coma
A virulent neuron simply fired
Now I can’t stop staring

I know what they are
But I still imagine them floating overhead
with phosphorus fangs

My hand rhythmically taps
While honesty flickers violently
I cough then it’s gone

The moth can’t stop
Banging against reflective glass
I left the light on

I play some David Bowie
Because art is vital to living
And I’m afraid of silence

Every moment is gone
Before we realize it’s even here
Like this one, for example ...

we marauders
pillage litdieties

we rake over coals of cantos
and stoke the muses
of those merchants of verse

we pen the texture
of graffiti hymns

we are exposed
to truth
and its consequences

we thieves
burn holes
in the words
we stole

the clandestine art
of collage
to craft a ransom letter