(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on… spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall,
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night.
The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…
The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…
I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,
And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,
Gazing at the heavens, wondering if I am to blame for evil. Incorrigible self.
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady. My true self is hidden, see? Masked ego, set me free? I am guilt-ridden,
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled