by Jason T. Kocher March 20th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
I stick a match
stabbed
the middle of my eye
Squinting…
and wincing…
and winking…
I strike it
and watch it
burn down…
to the licking…
lapping…
wick…
of my self
It sputters
and splinters
and sizzles out
And without evidence
continues
something more
by Jason T. Kocher February 11th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
If paint were left to dry…
If imagination only a lie…
If the whole world was to bleed from its seams…
…the director left behind the scenes…
Alas…
Viva la resistance…
…it dreams…
…the beginnings…
…and ends…
…of things…
by Jason T. Kocher January 22nd, 2009 - Politics » Society »
Inauguration Day.
An emotional day.
Indeed…
Let us let it cloud our judgment of the president, his government, and their actions. Distracted and empowered by the horrors of the preceding King, and warmed by the kind, moral words of a forceful, confident tone – an authority that has to, just has to be true [...]
by Jason T. Kocher December 10th, 2008 - Creative » Poetry »
I sat
THERE
and watched
from behind a screen
the variety of which
which could be scene
A movie
reality…
…a stolen dream
He was
THERE
as far as…
I could see
with full knowledge
of every [...]
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