This is Exactly How it Happened

As I was driving across a bitter highway
I entered a blue haze
Which upon further inspection was seen
To be a cloud of dry snowfall

It was here that I realized
That I must take this paradigm of mine
And transform it, consiously
Into something else that I could more easily manage
Regardless of the fact
That I would be ignoring a particular reality

As I tried to utter this in my mind
To create a new piece of literature
I realized that poetry is the pathetic attempt
Of self-short-handed men and women
To place themselves above the people around them
By expressing their thoughts
In gramatically incoherent mummbling
And claiming this failure to use language properly
As a lisence of the artistic
Only further proving their incompetency

I then came home
And several hours later
I wrote this

This is exactly how it happened.

Roses of Rome

I remember once stumbling upon the pebbles of Rome,

And trying to recall why rose petals tasted so good.

Is it their flavor?

Or do their thorns make them a worthy meal?

I suspect it is the pigment.

As much as it may fade, it never washes out.

And with a little time,

We have ourselves an entirely new sweater to wear.

If I Were E.E. Cummings

"That mouse was a panzer tank and I was like, 'Whoa,' and stepped back."

                                                                             -Edward Hoeppner

let’s go said me
but why said he
because i want to said me
no matter said he

this isn’t a joke said me
i’m not laughing said he
but you’re me said me
who’s we said he

we?said he
indeed said me
make we said he
you must said me

i dare you said me-he
how?far said me
(too far said we)
i’ll do it said me

(i’ll bleed said we)
we’ll see said me
nevermind said he
leave now said me

(or what said we)
i’ll:i’ll said me
like i thought said he
!fuck!you said me

--you first said we
deep down said me
(down below(said he
nothing )makes confusion( said We.