Call Cut

Call Cut just another poem about love stuff you wear love on your sleeve the way they used toin black and white and dramatic celluloidand we kissto the sound of remixed Mozartand renovated Beethovenbut nobody really caresand wewellwe’re not really...

Commercial Break

Commercial Break a poem for Brandon Teena when i was 5 i knew i wanted to grow up to be a madman a wild eyed reflection of white crazy hair where we all drive behind time jumping wheels requiring 1.21 gigawatts to get us anywhere but by the age of 10 i’d learned...

Hello… I Love You

Hello... I Love You a poem for human beings an average conversation with a stranger:”hello. I Love You.” and I’ve got nothing else to offer but cracked ribscaged by the display of my stain-glass smilefragile but full of faiththis is Mea Poet dipped...