Poetry kicked me in the balls (what does freedom mean to you?)


On Joining the 1%

Feel like a fish
fishing for hooks
with mouth.


What composes
the Bible of you,
is not your clothing
but individuality
is worn like magazines
you’ve subscribed to,

or a condom.

Your heritage
has nothing to do with it.

(I’m claiming mutiny
against borders)

Culture is a fishhook
we’re hooked on

(The fishes are fishing for hooks with their mouths
because no one knows what’s above the white murky Heavens)

Filling up time
pouring input down our throats
at 8.99 a month
because empty time
is the scariest black alley.

are written
the space you occupy
where nothing else
and the time
you held
your breath.


Jeremiah Walton graduated High School the spring of 2013, and hit the road hitchhiking the following fall, traveling to promote passion and creativity through poetry. Jeremiah manages Nostrovia! Poetry, W.I.S.H. Publishing, The Traveling Poet, and works as an editor for UndergroundBooks. He blogs his writing and thoughts at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children.

On his video poem (for which there is no accompanying text), he writes: “I read bits and pieces of my poems and just talk to a camera while walking around. I arrange the poem by cutting clips and seeing what lines up for the piece, and covers what I want to say.”