Poetry

No Sidon Look | Spoken Poetry

No Sidon Look | Spoken Poetry

Let’s define a sitter, shall we?

No. Let’s paint one; visualize the sacrosanct action of sitting.

Let’s teach the young how to sit.

Let’s sit while teaching them.

A sitter knows life; enjoys joy.

Yes. Let’s figure out newer ways to plant our asses on chairs

A Less Than Worthy Cross to the Afterlife | Retro Poetry

A Less Than Worthy Cross to the Afterlife | Retro Poetry

Four events that could have occurred differently
And eyes that were not worth their owner
Feet that should have been fused like a gastropods’
Organs that betrayed the common sense of man

From the afterlife, he blamed the poor street hawker
For her wares were not worth her rash dash
Ten oranges squeezed balance away from the
Cyclist who revenged, beginning the haste chase