You been waiting for a light breeze to take you somewhereA sail with no wind,The indoors don’t become you You grew weary and faintBut the treadmill took you to a moot destinationAnd now you’re left panting on the floor you long to be a sojournerMay your steps be light and your soul lighteryou’d chase theContinue reading “My Hobby is Travel”
Author Archives: The Poetry of Ants
Apologies!
Hello people! Sorry for both missing a post AND failing to notify. I’ve been sick for a week or two and unfortunately, the funk has gotten into my soul. I’ve been staring at several stanzas of several dead poems with nothing but the white void staring me back. I’m hoping to return to you nextContinue reading “Apologies!”
I Have a Good Wife
Last night I was in bedStaring at a blank screenIt was 11:55, and I turned to the one I lay bymumbled to her Sometimes I’m afraid of sleep afraid of tomorrow It’s likeI’ve left my soul in the oven And if I sleep, it’ll burn away before the sun rises again She let out aContinue reading “I Have a Good Wife”
Every Waking Moment
We all waitWhile the sun lists under the horizonTo the pain of not being wholeWe drink many remediesLaced with alcohol We procrastinateInstead of walking and talkingAnd sitting with ourselvesWe bleed in tributeTo the mirror in our pocket We don’t prayBut we hurl our opinions into the void And with a thousand little cutsWe sever ourselvesFromContinue reading “Every Waking Moment”
Enoch
I am a crystalline blueResting on the emerald glow I eb and flow in radial currentsNo one knows where I beginI have no waterfallsAnd at the edge of yourself you will always find me Underneath me is a limitless skyAnd above me roams the cosmos The seafarer dipped his cupped hand in my shoresA microcosmContinue reading “Enoch”
Rest
It aint hard To sit pretty on the window sill Taking in breath Taking in the moment Listening to rhythmic music And the cars passing by But America’s sworn enemy is quiet And wisdom her bane I struggle to find this moment To meet myself To meet my pain. The cat lies under a sunbeamContinue reading “Rest”
You Bite your Lip
You talk with your relative once a month. Write it down in your imaginary notebook: The advice, the lies, and the grievances. He says that the sky bleeds in the afternoon, And that the rich poison your bread With carbon dioxide. You bite your lip not for words unsaid, But because they’re chapped and youContinue reading “You Bite your Lip”
How I Write Poetry (sometimes)
So, there’s a dimension lodged between a fold in my brain matter. It is a wild, untamed land that can at one moment be a boundless void, and at another, a dense jungle. Like something between Jumanji and Narnia, it has as many manifestations and descriptors as the art that is birthed from that internalContinue reading “How I Write Poetry (sometimes)”
It is Fragile
It is fragile.The paper barrier between flesh and air.The wind cuts through it like razorsAnd the beasts of the field stomp it down to mere dust They are fragile.The veins who transport life.The wine is spilledInto marrowIf the wine goes bad,then the the heart does tooFor it cannot tell blood from poison It is fragileTheContinue reading “It is Fragile”
If the Soul is an Anthill
I am made of staticA group of Infinitesimally small points on a three-dimensional gridAs I watched ants blanket the edge of the sidewalkI came to this conclusion Their rank and file were knotted up in a juncture between cement cracksI could not find room for a soul within that massNor the mass of my ownContinue reading “If the Soul is an Anthill”
The Poetry of Ants 