Tag Archives: poems

Stargazing

Posted on October 23, 2018 by andrewwhiting

To be lost and to have lost Such a slight difference in semantics Spans experiential orders of magnitude To seek or to find Lost in a sea of strangers Small cities pulsing to these rhythms To relate those tones Sounds … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 9, 2013 by andrewwhiting

An inconsistent poet jots down some words. Continue reading →

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Stoner Haiku Returns

Posted on January 29, 2012 by andrewwhiting

Structure helps when you Can’t find any words to say Just think in rhythm The oddest thing on Days like this has got to be Eating like normal Stagnating in plot Process, imagination and resolution Once shrouded in sleep Months … Continue reading →

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Less Unfinished

Posted on December 12, 2011 by andrewwhiting

Idly dancing shapes, like castles of shadows, the mathematical derision creeping–– Early angled winter evening light through gates interred like waves of particles drifting to impossible locations. Interaction undetectable without perturbation; Crisscrossing lines to disturb elation fluctuating in time despite … Continue reading →

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Unfinished

Posted on December 6, 2011 by andrewwhiting

Idly dancing shapes like castles of shadows The mathematical derision creeping Early angled winter evening light Through gates interred like waves of Particles drifting to impossible locations Interaction undetectable without perturbation Crisscrossing lines to disturb elation Fluctuating in time despite … Continue reading →

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Premier autoportrait

Posted on November 20, 2011 by andrewwhiting

Shattering glass as a career choice no matter how much sex you get isn’t satisfying “Backfire” is the most perfect word I ever heard in my whole stupid short life It’s a frequent matter of debate if a fall or … Continue reading →

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Words, like neoplasia

Posted on October 15, 2011 by andrewwhiting

Sometimes words, like neoplasia Start as nothing but seemingly benign Mere irregularities in subject matter One wonders, marvels, baffles At how they could have seemed so hideous Such weak little worthless things Rolling off tongues like kisses Sweet and delicate … Continue reading →

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