Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
I remember a Harvard student,
who couldn’t admit to himself
that he was gay,
suddenly one day
he was a lampshade.
He was so convinced
he tried to stick his fingers
into wall sockets.
The ambulance squad
wrapped him in a straitjacket
and drove him away.
Somewhere he may be…
“Contentment is a feeling you say? Are you sure it’s not an absence of feeling? …Contentment is the positive side of resignation. It has its appeal but it’s no good wearing an overcoat and furry slippers and heavy gloves when what the body really wants is to be naked.” -Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Terrance Hayes is brilliant. Watch CNN try to talk poetry.
Can someone please give me a reason to continue trying to use Tumblr when it is such a huge pain to share poems with proper formatting?
NEW Art Thoughtz with Hennessy Youngman: On Beauty.