Wednesday Witty-schism — Inside/Outside

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.)





"Outside of the self, there is no happiness to be found.

Inside of the self, it’s too dark to find anything."

Wednesday Witty-schism — Reading poems at stoplights

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.)

“I’m sure it’s the wrong way to do it

but right now

it’s that or nothing and

I’m a that or nothing kind of guy.”

Wednesday Witty-schism — differences

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.)



"You know the difference between a chef and a poet? 


A chef doesn't always have a knife in his hand."

Fragment of bone

the heart is
a bone, 
              burned by the
fires of life.

Wednesday Witty-schism — good poems

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)

I feel, it seems, that i am always on the cusp of writing a truly great poem



                                               but never do.

Fragment of coffee

my coffee 
is a bitter wound 
in its cup