Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

Welcome to my word.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Yes, its all about bugs



Yes, it is all about bugs



sanded down snow
risen
casts shadows
of trees like type
the willows murmur their own poetry
husks of the winged
burn the words
charcoal dark



impish mudness
seeks enemies
cannot count on the sun
& the snow
festersinks
warped parchment
of gullies & graves
the censorship of the dead season



entire
casks of ink
explode the snow banks
in spring
crawled on jeweled legs
calligraphy
she dips her ink
in termite bark
her script
silvishaunt
twining between the trees
lingering
at the edges of
birch paper
creeping inside
the meat of a rotting tree




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