Post It Note Poems

Turned inside out
and now, stalks
into the ground.
How far can it go, really.
Looks at self for self's
sake, withers.
The in, out, but sacrificed.
The glowing light,
diminished.

i found one
then and the
flatness spoke for
me and some
certain thing emerged
with or by
another terrible lie
shirking everything
below or known and unknown.

fluent inside un
tenable filth un
treated desserts
errs further to
jest subject to
fruitful curse
and i do
curse you tru
thfully

you withhold your deeper heart
and i the flame, boring
the old woodchip
into blessed senselessness.
the eve of this day, grey,
knew better.
infatuated with anarchic end
i robbed the tomb of you
by feel

i sought out a friend of mine
divulged my hand out of mist
almost the membrane differed
or applied i felt deliriously
fissures further fractured in silence
and secrets seared circularly
i was foolish once and again
the memory works to dilate
that which suffers itself clear