I saw a poster on a trash can while driving home from the library, but didn’t start on this poem until a few hours later.… I thought it said THE END. Made sense; we’re close enough. Pop art is full of funny surprises. I closed my mind’s eye and kept on driving; though in no [...]
Dear Tuesday, Can we, you know, put him back in the Matrix already? Love, Kevin (31 January 2017)
Written late this afternoon at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park… I’ve seen you here before I know you You spend hours here wandering between the racks taking book after book off the shelves then putting them back You are not looking for entertainment You are not in search of fantasy You don’t need information [...]
Dear Monday, I voted for the other one. Love, Kevin (30 January 2017)
A brief rimas dissolutas, slightly modified… I hate to break it to you but this is who we’ve been for a long, long time If you go by what we do or the parameters of the scene you’ll see it’s all part of the rhyme You may argue that it’s not true but I know [...]
Dear Sunday, Well, that deadline isn’t going to meet itself… Love, Kevin (29 January 2017)
A situation comedy + the news x me = this poem… The story of her telling failed to take into consideration the gravity of the moment (which actually didn’t exist except that I overthink everything so I must be projecting my own indecisiveness onto her) When the smoke cleared the fire monster was storming up [...]
