October 24, 2024

unaware
how to be aware
whilst i’m only aware
of how damn tired i am
this morning

October 23, 2024

grand plans
for so many poems
but the attention span
to leave as soon as they’re started

you can’t
tl;dr your way
out of world information

[as much as those in power
would love you to do so]

be informed
out of
spite

oh no
when the algorithm
hits
hard
it
sure does
get it
right

[as much as i try to
avoid
being known
and perceived]

is my time blindness
not in the day
but within years?

now that’s what i call
maybeHD

for someone who doesn’t really like the color orange
i’ve sure bought a lot of
russet things recently

i don’t always know
what i want to say
but i know when i’m not saying it

i don’t know what i’m doing
and yet
i keep doing it

i don’t know what to write about
except gibberish
and nothingness

how much of me is my poetry
and how much of me is
not?