I want to burn it all
The filth. The scum.
The self absorbed.
The haughty. The vain.
The rich. The sin.
Category Archives: amatuer journalism
Prosopagnosia
Night and day’s tied faces to the plainly hidden
Double helical wrapped Christmas morning gifts
Opened up like halos when street lamps kick in
The Antihero
I am the undrank cheer
and the spilled champagne
Of the New Year’s promises
that wind up supine, dead
My Town
I’m an erect middle finger to the puppeteer
In valleys full of folks sick of California
Doing their damnedest to make California here
Re: Redrum
A carnival of meats
Creaky carousels of subjugation
of the tortured and sentient
Wide eyed and scared
Naked and bleeding
Braised and bruised
Animal corpses splayed
On dinner plates
Solvitur Ambulando
This is my journey
To this goddamn place
I pace just behind the edge
Or at least what’s left of me
This, my purgatory
My paradox
My gathering
My reckoning
Good News
She fell upon my hardcover
book on the lives of caterpillars
from a wispy cedar tree burl
I scared away an excited robin
and some boys with fishing poles
I watched her crawl back and forth
doing a 50 leg two step on my arm
The Pendulum
As above
So below
As is love
So is hell
As is ritual
So is chaos
As is truth
So is masked
As is beauty
So is plastic
No. 13
They are onto us so let’s hide away
Inside hidden fox-holed motel floors
Intentionally mislabeled as room 14’s
We can take respite inside conch shells
And spiraling sunflower inflorescence
Places That I Have Never Been
I’ve never been to Disneyland
But I know what it’s like to be disappointed
Mickey is just some dude
Poets Anonymous
Hi, my name is Cara and I am a poemoholic
It’s only been 24 hours since my last sonnet
And it’s been 13 days since the last time I’ve
used the words coruscant and tattered in a line
Angel Light
In moonlit alley
Ashy clotted arms
Tangled silhouettes
Gather like crows
Rundown carousels
And jilted roller coasters
A perpetual creepshow
Of attractive nuisances
Like bare veined angels
With come fuck me eyes
Pinhole sized pupils flash
Dirty wheedle smiles
Trumpvilles Are Coming To A City Near You: The Dilemma of Homelessness & Income Inequality
When I say the word, homelessness…I also mean to say gentrification, fundamental human neglection and an enormous dearth of empathy. However the biggest reason is the familiar crepitaculum of the income inequality skeletons stuffed in Uncle Sam’s closet. I feel the problem of homelessness is a remarkable and aposematic precursor portending an upcoming economic perturbation.
The Tigress Awakens 