we out here?

any sound at all/we have no luxury to picky/out here/where noise is absolute/indefinite silence/uncontrollable, shrill shrieks clamoring to anyone with a willing(?) ear/we will/not be forgotten/not/again//

aside from the rage

out in flux
and i don't know what
i'm so good for really,
not any time soon, maybe even,

anymore.

spent newspaper in the rain
ink running down some
wrinkles of no consequence;
when no one reads the words
the means to an end don't matter,
now, maybe even,

never.

aside from the rage and the ill-feelings
and the simmer pot of resentment stinking
up the kitchen and adjoining rooms, i guess
it wasn't really that bad, maybe even,

good?

sizzllap

the way your hand

connected with his face

was the sound of 

cackling electric

tension wires

doing their best cicada impression.

all the hair on all of our bodies,

the onlookers, those keeping vigil,

is at attention.

my, how you’ve made your point. 

blink and you miss it.

 world of updates:

1. Crying Heart Press will be putting out my Chapbook "something something something survival" on Friday, January 9th. You can order it at their shop. While you're there, you can pick up Keiron Buxton and Mike Zone's chapbooks that day too (and use their code for free shipping on orders more than 20 dollars). Support this press, they've put me on to about 20 great writers and are consistently putting out high quality stuff.

2. If you see me out in the real world, I'll be slinging some short, hand-made zines (one collection of Haibun and 3 pocket poem zines) for the low-low price of $2.00 for all 4. 

3. An actual poem

blink and you miss it

zing and zam, comic dialogue bubbles are here to tell you the truth
and make sure you understand that this is serious stuff, despite the medium.

we appreciate you continuing to read this important missive.
some people see sound effects and think that they've hit rock bottom.

no, the truth is the rocks are still some way off.
we haven't even started with the fart-trumpet sounds

no, that's for tomorrow. or the next day,
when you and i have nothing left to say to one another

then, we'll get some
real answers.