Poetry & Other Garbage
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i make poems and garbages
open sunrise to sunset
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poetryandothergarbage.neocities.org
tommyfay.bandcamp.com
fog of war
can’t see shit
in this goddamn fog
it’s dense and thick
what the hell’s going on?
it fools my eyes
and stings my nose
scrambles my thoughts
and rattles my bones
just stay off the streets
check the names in the paper
can’t see shit
but keep watching your neighbor
(victory is vapor)
can’t see shit
in this goddamn fog
it’s dense and thick
what the hell’s going on?
it fools my eyes
and stings my nose
scrambles my thoughts
and rattles my bones
just stay off the streets
check the names in the paper
can’t see shit
but keep watching your neighbor
(victory is vapor)
June 24, 2025 at 2:26 PM
fog of war
can’t see shit
in this goddamn fog
it’s dense and thick
what the hell’s going on?
it fools my eyes
and stings my nose
scrambles my thoughts
and rattles my bones
just stay off the streets
check the names in the paper
can’t see shit
but keep watching your neighbor
(victory is vapor)
can’t see shit
in this goddamn fog
it’s dense and thick
what the hell’s going on?
it fools my eyes
and stings my nose
scrambles my thoughts
and rattles my bones
just stay off the streets
check the names in the paper
can’t see shit
but keep watching your neighbor
(victory is vapor)
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If you’re a ghost
when you’ve died,
what are you
when you haven’t
been born?
What is my child?
A spirit beneath
someone else’s skin,
a new voice
only she can hear.
Not yet here,
not yet gone—
a weight in waiting,
slowly waking.
when you’ve died,
what are you
when you haven’t
been born?
What is my child?
A spirit beneath
someone else’s skin,
a new voice
only she can hear.
Not yet here,
not yet gone—
a weight in waiting,
slowly waking.
June 11, 2025 at 2:59 PM
If you’re a ghost
when you’ve died,
what are you
when you haven’t
been born?
What is my child?
A spirit beneath
someone else’s skin,
a new voice
only she can hear.
Not yet here,
not yet gone—
a weight in waiting,
slowly waking.
when you’ve died,
what are you
when you haven’t
been born?
What is my child?
A spirit beneath
someone else’s skin,
a new voice
only she can hear.
Not yet here,
not yet gone—
a weight in waiting,
slowly waking.
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Small coincidences continue
numerology without formality
Contrasting perspectives
extreme inversed distance
Pulling pedantic paradoxes
loving that which despised
Sigilistic syllogisms encrypted
beyond barriers of crypticism
#poetry
numerology without formality
Contrasting perspectives
extreme inversed distance
Pulling pedantic paradoxes
loving that which despised
Sigilistic syllogisms encrypted
beyond barriers of crypticism
#poetry
June 9, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Small coincidences continue
numerology without formality
Contrasting perspectives
extreme inversed distance
Pulling pedantic paradoxes
loving that which despised
Sigilistic syllogisms encrypted
beyond barriers of crypticism
#poetry
numerology without formality
Contrasting perspectives
extreme inversed distance
Pulling pedantic paradoxes
loving that which despised
Sigilistic syllogisms encrypted
beyond barriers of crypticism
#poetry
when I was a kid
pretending to sing
hymns in church
I’d whisper to myself:
“this is now”
then I’d return
to my sweet sinful life
and remember the whisper—
no longer now
it looked so far away
from the fresh bleeding moment
so I’d whisper again
(as I still try to):
“this is now”
pretending to sing
hymns in church
I’d whisper to myself:
“this is now”
then I’d return
to my sweet sinful life
and remember the whisper—
no longer now
it looked so far away
from the fresh bleeding moment
so I’d whisper again
(as I still try to):
“this is now”
June 9, 2025 at 2:51 PM
when I was a kid
pretending to sing
hymns in church
I’d whisper to myself:
“this is now”
then I’d return
to my sweet sinful life
and remember the whisper—
no longer now
it looked so far away
from the fresh bleeding moment
so I’d whisper again
(as I still try to):
“this is now”
pretending to sing
hymns in church
I’d whisper to myself:
“this is now”
then I’d return
to my sweet sinful life
and remember the whisper—
no longer now
it looked so far away
from the fresh bleeding moment
so I’d whisper again
(as I still try to):
“this is now”
at night while you sleep
a portal to hell opens
in the back of your throat
some unseen unholy beast
stands snarling on the other side
trembling I listen
paralyzed by terror
until the mercy
of sunrise
wakes you
a portal to hell opens
in the back of your throat
some unseen unholy beast
stands snarling on the other side
trembling I listen
paralyzed by terror
until the mercy
of sunrise
wakes you
June 7, 2025 at 4:57 PM
at night while you sleep
a portal to hell opens
in the back of your throat
some unseen unholy beast
stands snarling on the other side
trembling I listen
paralyzed by terror
until the mercy
of sunrise
wakes you
a portal to hell opens
in the back of your throat
some unseen unholy beast
stands snarling on the other side
trembling I listen
paralyzed by terror
until the mercy
of sunrise
wakes you
I’m starting a movement
We’re destroying every can of vegetables
Until we right every wrong
No justice
No peas
We’re destroying every can of vegetables
Until we right every wrong
No justice
No peas
June 7, 2025 at 2:39 AM
I’m starting a movement
We’re destroying every can of vegetables
Until we right every wrong
No justice
No peas
We’re destroying every can of vegetables
Until we right every wrong
No justice
No peas
I ordered a cheeseburger
with onions
but they gave me one with
no onions
and my tongue got itchy
and my neck went red
and my sight became blurred
and my throat closed shut
because I’m allergic to
no onions
with onions
but they gave me one with
no onions
and my tongue got itchy
and my neck went red
and my sight became blurred
and my throat closed shut
because I’m allergic to
no onions
June 3, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I ordered a cheeseburger
with onions
but they gave me one with
no onions
and my tongue got itchy
and my neck went red
and my sight became blurred
and my throat closed shut
because I’m allergic to
no onions
with onions
but they gave me one with
no onions
and my tongue got itchy
and my neck went red
and my sight became blurred
and my throat closed shut
because I’m allergic to
no onions
my return key
triggers randomly
i swear i'm not trying
to write bad poetry
triggers randomly
i swear i'm not trying
to write bad poetry
June 3, 2025 at 3:18 AM
my return key
triggers randomly
i swear i'm not trying
to write bad poetry
triggers randomly
i swear i'm not trying
to write bad poetry
this
isn’t happiness
this
is only ice cream
i am
still sad
isn’t happiness
this
is only ice cream
i am
still sad
June 3, 2025 at 12:11 AM
this
isn’t happiness
this
is only ice cream
i am
still sad
isn’t happiness
this
is only ice cream
i am
still sad
I sing you all to pieces
My monument to teeth
Bleeding blind, my dear
My fleshmate
My other soul to keep
My monument to teeth
Bleeding blind, my dear
My fleshmate
My other soul to keep
Will I Wander, by Tommy Fay
track by Tommy Fay
tommyfay.bandcamp.com
May 31, 2025 at 11:26 PM
I sing you all to pieces
My monument to teeth
Bleeding blind, my dear
My fleshmate
My other soul to keep
My monument to teeth
Bleeding blind, my dear
My fleshmate
My other soul to keep
I didn’t know the truth until you lied.
May 31, 2025 at 2:34 PM
I didn’t know the truth until you lied.
May 30, 2025 at 4:38 PM
I always pay my rent the day before
it’s due in case my landlord starts to think
it’s easier to find a tenant elsewhere
than keep me, rarely clothed but never late
it’s due in case my landlord starts to think
it’s easier to find a tenant elsewhere
than keep me, rarely clothed but never late
May 29, 2025 at 6:23 PM
I always pay my rent the day before
it’s due in case my landlord starts to think
it’s easier to find a tenant elsewhere
than keep me, rarely clothed but never late
it’s due in case my landlord starts to think
it’s easier to find a tenant elsewhere
than keep me, rarely clothed but never late
Your new world order has shipped.
Click here for tracking.
Click here for tracking.
May 28, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Your new world order has shipped.
Click here for tracking.
Click here for tracking.
I thought that gendered products were a joke
Until I lost my sight when I tried on
A pair of women’s glasses at the store.
Until I lost my sight when I tried on
A pair of women’s glasses at the store.
May 27, 2025 at 10:04 PM
I thought that gendered products were a joke
Until I lost my sight when I tried on
A pair of women’s glasses at the store.
Until I lost my sight when I tried on
A pair of women’s glasses at the store.
Your thighs ignite in me a hunger for
Some pastries, warm and flakey, freshly baked
Some pastries, warm and flakey, freshly baked
May 27, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Your thighs ignite in me a hunger for
Some pastries, warm and flakey, freshly baked
Some pastries, warm and flakey, freshly baked
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They’ll say that you can’t
but I promise you can
just write some words
add a few line breaks
and call it a poem
It won’t be very good
but most poetry isn’t
so you’ll fit right in
with the garbage poets
like myself
but I promise you can
just write some words
add a few line breaks
and call it a poem
It won’t be very good
but most poetry isn’t
so you’ll fit right in
with the garbage poets
like myself
May 25, 2025 at 5:01 PM
They’ll say that you can’t
but I promise you can
just write some words
add a few line breaks
and call it a poem
It won’t be very good
but most poetry isn’t
so you’ll fit right in
with the garbage poets
like myself
but I promise you can
just write some words
add a few line breaks
and call it a poem
It won’t be very good
but most poetry isn’t
so you’ll fit right in
with the garbage poets
like myself
you looked the part
so you sold some parts
and now part of your parts
are in parts of their parts
but apart from spare parts
there are no small parts
yet you didn’t get the part
so you sold some parts
and now part of your parts
are in parts of their parts
but apart from spare parts
there are no small parts
yet you didn’t get the part
May 25, 2025 at 4:10 PM
you looked the part
so you sold some parts
and now part of your parts
are in parts of their parts
but apart from spare parts
there are no small parts
yet you didn’t get the part
so you sold some parts
and now part of your parts
are in parts of their parts
but apart from spare parts
there are no small parts
yet you didn’t get the part
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You may be stumbling through
a vision of the infinite
a vision of the infinite
May 25, 2025 at 3:37 AM
You may be stumbling through
a vision of the infinite
a vision of the infinite