Regret, or: More often

A rispetto I often relive my mistakes. I often sense life has no point. I often think I'm being too fake. No one's left for me to disappoint. I often curse under my breath. I often imagine my death. I often feel I'm not worth shit. More often than I'd like to admit.

Easily, or: Dizzily

My 2nd triolet I too oft repeat myself - when I get excited Getting myself carried away - far too easily Even interrupting - totally(!) uninvited I too oft repeat myself - when I get excited Thus making friendly chats awkwardly one-sided Watch conversation partners shaking heads (dizzily) I too oft repeat myself - when… Continue reading Easily, or: Dizzily

Cleverness, or: Meaningfulness

A dribble cleverness has fewer letters than meaningfulness \\ comes more readily \\ I lean upon it like a crutch \\ looks like I am running The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from… Continue reading Cleverness, or: Meaningfulness

Moi, ou: Qui?

My 1st soliloquy Soliloquy \\ ought to have soul else there is no 'I' o', I'm too oft \\ left asking, "Qui? Who's this pretentious guy? That likes to play \\ with syllables & words & letters \\ hell. You give me rules, I'll play with 'em \\ and do it fuckin' well. But what's… Continue reading Moi, ou: Qui?