My students and I need some tech equipment and non-tech equipment for the classroom. I’ve created some Donor’s Choose campaigns to supplement some of the missing materials. If you could donate that would be so awesome. Thank you so much in advance, and I know this isn’t poetry but I will be back soon with more.
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an exercise in angst (teenage mood).
an exercise in angst (teenage mood).
I. hurt your skin, peel it back- fade to black doused in sin. no one cares. shed your tears. share your fears. nothing’s fair. count to three or to four. like before, can you see anything? there’s nothing. II. so you like the feel, but don’t like the taste- such a fucking waste, waiting to be real. should i try? well, what for? what for? what for? i’m just so bored like before wanna die. wanna try to get out of here then into someone, i’m just acting dumb- so happy you hear.
11.09.02.
access america.
access america.
try to enter: wall on the ground, divided land and massacred tribes. skin red from blood or evolution? tormented daydreaming seeming never ending. let’s try. let’s try, try to access america. try to exit: sky upside down, bruises not healed and scars still remain. are we sinking or losing our wings? tortured little babies seeming always dying. let’s try. try. try to, let’s try to access america. run over borders and digitalized cells into a plastic self with no hope of succeeding or escaping, because: access has been denied. access has been denied. access has been denied.
1999.
to stars.

poetic ethnography::rants
la la la.
forget the tomorrow.
forget the tomorrow.
nothing should matter, nothing should matter, nothing should matter. weeds grow, everything else deteriorates and decays. gonna die soon so then guess (guess what?) forget tomorrow. forget tomorrow. forget tomorrow and fuck tomorrow. and all children will arrive at same conclusion because if, because if tomorrow really mattered, then all one would be allowed to speak of would be love.
07.28.02.

