Instagram Has Killed the Poet
(Us and Them)

All writing is survival, even the offerings that are insipid, insincere, superficial

They’ve managed to make it
a business
They’ve managed to reveal no Real
and still get approvals
They’ve managed to twist,

1/2

Tiny ache in my chest

you live there

#poetry #poem #lovepoem

why are they called porn bots and not intrusive thots

for anybody wondering what the flag will look like if we added greenland as a state

Falling Leaf

If you can’t beat em
Flee em
Bereaved, take your leave
Beating—cheap seats
Bittersweet farewell completes
Not one pleased but grief recedes
Soon land near roots
Ease

#poetry #poet #poetrycommunity

Dunno what this cult's about, but I, too, salute it