Sunday, June 9, 2013


Here are some more Tankas. They're pretty fun to write. I recommend it.

I. Creation

God blew his brains out;
stars splattered on the ceiling
cut his arteries--
Oceans pooled across the world.
Then he drank deep the poison.

II. Revelation

God does not exist.
Like God, I do not exist;
but like God I feel
entitled to existence,
and pain is the consequence.


Monsters live inside;
tiny vestiges of past.
Worlds loop endlessly
'round my heart and head beneath
skin that might crack any time.

IV. Tanka

Old machine, dusty--
I will use you to make new
things that come from pain;
Things that leak new blood and bile
and dilute my misery.

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