jari m

Tag: poem

  • south and east and going west

    south and east and going west and yes, i don’t need to make any sense xxx I was reading Bukowski earlier and picked out some quotes, like I decide that the only definition of Truth (which changes) is that it is that thing or act or belief which the crowd rejects. which recalls some fond…

  • casual pursuits: a lazy art+productivity post

    Sometimes you’ve got no direction, nothing to send your love to. What comes out may be shit and disorderly, but at least it’s yours. x x x i fell in love with a man named matilda; he had flowers in his hair and thorns on his lips; oh, oh, i fell in love with a…

  • midnight notes;

  • draft: still dream drunk and sleepy

  • i feel the unraveling (i am very fragile)

    WARNING: Poetry reading is bad for your health. Falling in attraction with people has known physiological symptoms: a tied tongue, dilated eyes, sweaty hands, wet lips.  Falling to death with words should be no different.

  • a narrative on addiction, inspired by last night

    Possible Titles: i. i’m pretty sure i’m trying to say something with this piece, but even i can’t tell. the author is dead. hurrah. ii. i can justify anything if i try hard enough iii. smoking may not be the best euphemism in this case iv. wink, wink; and v. this isn’t a poem, it…

  • censored

    The page begins with the question Do you think I’ll break your heart? and later ends with a reminder to self, that the loveliest things in the world don’t come for free; they need to be paid with a currency of regrets and hopes and bravery. And in the middle, the letter admits: a single…

  • yesterday’s trash

  • some localized anarchy

    Interrogate my body. Question the heart why its beat is five times more fast, its rhythm many times more irregular. Examine the way the skin flushes, the nervous tics of two slick hands. Demand answers from its lips, red-bitten and sore. And chase that errant voice — why is it gone when you are near?…