United States

"ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which i will not put."

Message to Readers

an elegy for humankind of sorts
some topics mentioned: anxiety, excessive waste, uniform modernization of architecture, increasing superficiality, eating disorders, continental shift, poverty, societal norms, economic collapse, loss of religion
feedback is appreciated. comments and reviews are always far more helpful than likes!


May 16, 2019


but i would’t know, the black shields have
long clasped my drums past detection, that
little friend singing perverted messes into my
waxed-up canals.  and i’ve picked my fingers
to red sticks, crystal structures of blood and
soap, and outside i think the landfills are filled
and landed with pried off nails and shells of
fingers hanging like half moons on the mucky
mindless sky.  but i wouldn’t know; the sky’s
made of squares in these geometrical times
and so are the people—circle eyes and noses
of deep isosceles, but their stomachs still
sink and dry like oceans, curved continents
dying under lips of azure blue.  once upon
a time we were fat, and the starving always
starved, until we sought them out, rattled their
scrappy heads for beauty secrets.  so out were
lugged the lightning-green bills and the coins that
thunder minted, back to the square-ish storm
outside.  and zeus wasn’t so kind this time, and
no bread or fish need be multiplied, no ugly
heads begging for the love the cosmos always
supplies.  we only starved.  we starved only.


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  • luluwrites111

    Devastatingly beautiful...I like how you put in 'zeus wasn't so kind this time'

    over 2 years ago
  • asteria

    "we only starved. we starved only," is such a powerful ending to this poem. & i love your style by the way. the sentences that run into other lines & your imagery, "i've picked my fingers to red sticks, crystal structures of blood and / soap..." so intriguing

    over 2 years ago
  • rainandsonder

    this is honestly a really depressingly beautiful poem. "curved continents dying under lips of azure blue" is a line that i think will stick will me for a while, but really this whole thing left an imprint in me. amazing work!

    over 2 years ago