When Artists Go Bad by John Kotula
While passing through The Albuquerque airport I saw Caravaggio in chains; Thick ones on his wrists, Thin ones that tinkled Around his ankles Hobbling his stride. He was being transported By [...]
While passing through The Albuquerque airport I saw Caravaggio in chains; Thick ones on his wrists, Thin ones that tinkled Around his ankles Hobbling his stride. He was being transported By [...]
I stand at the intersection and listen to the obsessed buzz of the pale walk-light man, a man never known to actually walk, as I scan the streets for my wife. [...]
Hello, In case you haven't seen me lately, I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is Jason Wright and I am the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. I [...]
Today we celebrate Today we celebrate you Your voice The movement of your words The happiness that shines in each line That shows in your eyes The world can be lonely [...]
Witches are stupid Poets kind of are like witches We all stick to our covens Our cauldrons Our magic wand But I couldn't get down with witches Back in Salem When [...]
I dropped the ball today Fell on my face today Almost broke my headphones And heart today Limped around all day Looked crazy today Said that I couldn’t take it anymore [...]
How do I prove that I belong on the mic with all of you? Alright let me try Well been writing nearly half my life through times of strife and lows [...]
It reeks like good bud on the train today No other way to finish a shitty day Getting a contact high in the spot I'm standing Writing a week after the [...]
Everyone expects writers to write about tragedy when it strikes, you know? Let the newspaper do that Let writers give you an escape, from all that. That’s my job. I [...]
When I am blocked, and I can't write I call it a free prose, its when you let yourself go for as long as you can, it used to be [...]
O.k, you heard me earlier on the train acting insane, filling the pen with rage now I got the hiccups, and thinking of all the shit I said and I calm [...]
missing 9th in Cambridge Yeah I'm missing 9th in Cambridge I don't think I could handle it My mind is a demon mind I mean a diamond mine Depends on which [...]
When you stare at a computer screen. When you look out a window. When you stare into a mirror (You are now rocking with) Open the window, and the [...]
Writing the art of Walking in slow motion While everyone flys past you You prove yourself as a distance That they can't get to You are a star a bright constellation [...]
Whats poetry, to me, but a world where doors open and never close, as long as your free prose, keeps going, and as long as their is ink in the pen, [...]
Sweating Waiting for the breeze To take me away From these city streets Listening to Emcees And Dreaming of beaches Feeling free as I walk My mind is on weekend mode [...]
Oh how the t frightens me Crazy mc writing next to two ladies Listening to count bass d Damn goes the auto correct I might mean nothing at work or on [...]
When I feel like I'm blocked I have to slow down and think I begin to write a free prose and then begin the thing I do, and what relieves my [...]
I love you, Deeper than the roots of mankind Stretching back to when I love you was shown with actions My heart explodes like landmines A site for sore eyes making [...]
Negative Sex Jesus Negative Sex Jesus says he just hasn't met the right girl, but when he says it, it first gets taken as gospel, then misinterpreted. It's one reason [...]
Anti-Matter Jesus Anti-Matter Jesus has never returned to our universe because he cannot touch the positive mattered masses to heal them without causing explosive catastrophe. If Anti-Matter Jesus ever showed [...]
AM-Peace 5:13 - Street lights tick off thinkin’ of all that’s lost time, to change, I’ve wasted who’ve I caused to sin will God ever forgive me when, I overcome shackles clasp, [...]
Cold Metal Chair Visualized by OJ Mooney […]
broke in black and white courtesy of Shabunawaz Photography ©2010 Governs our world by its generation Of crackling fire, a variation On the solvent, power possessing stone That transmutes [...]
Sometimes you drive to the mountains where sometimes the leaves are turning. There is a girl in the mountains. She’s not actually in one of the mountains but she’s in [...]