Author Archives: mrsorenson
Thoughts from the battlefield of battle thoughts
I sit twisted on a keyboard wondering why what there is to say sits in my glass staring back at porous retinae reaching out. That’s too long. The fistful of spectating truth attends shortly. Not enough room in the day, … Continue reading
Eva’s Spin Dance
[verse 1]In circles she goeswhere sunshine flowsthe dust in the air shows howdancing is unfrozenswirling on warm toes. [verse 2]The music she hearsdoes not like earsher hands gather up blue starsletting them loose tearsholes in the dark upstairs. [chorus]It feels … Continue reading
Clear the Way
[A]Stop go stop no don’t say please.Since the sun sunk all bets are off.Tempt me to be a teaser,liar like a man with no reason.Clear the way for gently clearing my way.Where’s your heart?Say I can I take part? [B]Where … Continue reading
Four Times Here
Three times I tried to wake up the fourth time you were there shaking me by the shoulder saying it’s all right, all right. Spent half my life cooking spent the other half eating another half cleaning it all up … Continue reading
format and shit internet
Why can I not format my poetry? Why do the fucking silicon gods of the internet insist that I am incompetent? Why will the formatting that I create for songs, for poems for anything – jokes or bitching about AI … Continue reading
Every Grand and Simple Job
[verse 1] Used to be able to do every grand and simple job. Whatever it was I took it. I finished it off From darkness into light from idea to the real world, and nothing stopped … Continue reading
Unburied Bones
The color of war is muddy reduniforms dyed in faithful blood. A bomb dropped out of a gray skyit said to the survivors, Don’t try. The axe of a moon fell on the earthand chopped every dream worth anything. A … Continue reading
Unburied Bones
The color of war is muddy reduniforms dyed in faithful blood. A bomb dropped out of a gray skyit said to the survivors, Don’t try. The axe of a moon fell on the earthand chopped every dream worth anything. A … Continue reading
Toad, Oyster and Songwriter
What comes to me comes to mefrom lessons taught and learnedin glowing quiet and waitingI realized revelatorilylike in a tattoo of disappointmentsmy emotions are not mine. I borrow them like burned fingerslike at ten when I played the candle game.Orange … Continue reading
Bless Especially
The day I met you waswatery almost all tearsof directionlessness becausethe sun stood in stilllessness.It took the circular shape ofemergent will. I said hell. Amazed and impromptualong the edge of imaginationthe grand canyon of hunchesbefore I knew youbefore that visage … Continue reading