02 agosto 2011

Consonants and Adlibs

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #3]

1.
Cook gravy 'til spectacular thoughts sizzle
skating from the burlesque mother.

2.
Jack, the druglord, operates zoloft & rum
Real zany afterthoughts.
Oooo, deadly.

Morbid Jack, clippity quack,
meanders northly southern
for butter steaks & oranges.

-Roni I'naru

Thoughts of Tokophobia While Facing a Trash Can

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #2]

Yesterdays collect
at the bottom of the receptacle.
There will be someone
to gather these bad decisions and
put them where
we won't mind.
But what we can not
throw away,
we must hold on to
and name these little regrets
and be proud of them
because shame is embarrassing.

-Roni I'naru

A Cute Angle

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #1]

You won't get the shot.
Put the camera away.
Life is happening.

-Roni I'naru