Increments of 5
Press the button to start Smother the guilt of infusion boy and press the button You hating isn’t going to make it go away now as food...
"All I care about is the noise, cause the noisier it gets, the happier I’ll be when it all dies down.”
Press the button to start Smother the guilt of infusion boy and press the button You hating isn’t going to make it go away now as food...
Grunting Cause, It is so damn boring, Awkwardly aware of attention and deficits to love, It wants it though. It discovered two big...
Now, he is still alone The needle is being prepped now Skin will be broken soon © 2014 Jared "I.J" Steinberg. All Rights Reserved. #poetry
No one really cares They sit and sift and judge him As the young turn their heads © 2014 Jared "I.J" Steinberg. All Rights Reserved. #poetry
Flashing lights above I watch and listen to him The broadcast has begun © 2014 Jared "I.J" Steinberg. All Rights Reserved. #poetry
Screw you… WAIT NO! Shit that didn’t come out right, Let me start again for a second time Again on this train track of traversing terrors...
Mommy Mommy I’m scared I’m scared of my fingers and toes Of all the bad people talking to me I never see them Mommy but they always talk...
After taking the time to read through the latest issue of Vinyl Poetry I am reminded of that age-old saying, the Devil is in the details....
Make a list a old fool and bold what’s important The spit now drips from your chin, On to the fine china stained porcelain and you laugh:...
Short answer, No. Long answer, Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Do not touch me, You will not touch me, Touch me and...
Hello Give up now C’mon now baby Baby you can’t fight it, You’re going to keep on the fight, You’re going to fight your shadow. You’re...
Through lines and blinds of oak, the streets run far below. Cascading rivers of concrete, steel, dusty frames, and asphalt pages,...
Generations past run their elections. We hear their pointless, empty stories. We hear them fight and feign affection. Generations past...
In my pocket's pocket, I have a watch. Click, click, click, The dirty gears, spear on the quarts face of circular glass. Childlike he...
My mouth never shuts up. It speaks words of love and creation, Of Jerusalem’s scars, Of homes passed over, My mouth never shuts up. It...