The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

summer october sonnet

Accompanying music:

fall the goldsoft resin treasures

crispbrown jalapeño chips

palm o’ palmates blushing gestures

roughhewn arms flick wrists in wind

cloudridden icarus my sun

casting lines to warmcool lakes

under gusts from sparrows’ lungs

sleeping ’way the shrinking days

wake from drunken summers sober

finding helios’ reign’s over

leave streets red for black october

Posted in Metered, Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry

A Tea Review

I have drunk a tea so vile that the day after I still feel its venom deep in the back o’ my esophagus & burrows deep in my stomach walls, in incessant threat to take up arms & rise like a volcano eruption. This tea disguised itself as “mint mocha”, but I have enjoyed many mint mochas in my life, & none have left a seasickness such as this.

Posted in Poetry, What the Fuck Is this Shit?