Explore Poems: Popular Culture

Must have let out a now-I’ve-seen-it-all sigh when,
aboard another Mexican Riviera Well-Being Cruise™…

What cannot be said will be wept

what cannot be wept will be bled

what cannot be bled will be buried

what…

A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree,
a late light shifting from the expected place,
all the small insignificant darknesses
that gang up on the imagination. Here they move
with their silent melodramatic shrieks
seeking a wall to touch, and yet persisting
in the darkness of the forest or the road.

A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree
in field or forest. Here’s the midnight park
behind the empty street. Under the skin,
children are playing, and the train
waits at the station, forever drawing in
to crepuscular music on a stage
with the reddest curtains you have ever seen.

A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree
with a blonde woman walking away from it
into a room or chair or a fluffy unmade bed
where someone else is sleeping. Someone speaks
in a voice inside a head. It might be hers
or the tree in a landscape of speaking trees.
Must you be so creepy, the voice is saying.

A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree.
But David, you must stop these endless games,
says the tree. Grow up, David. It’s late
and we have to go to bed. Turn off the music.
Concentrate on the shadows on the wall.
Unpeel yourself from the wallpaper. Sit up.
Lie down. Stop speaking. Shut up. Shut up.

A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree
in the branches of which hoots an owl. Symptoms
of dizziness. Another stage, more curtains,
more transformations. One finds oneself
by listening. Are you listening, David?
And music pours from the tree in copious bars
as if living were a matter of moving shadows.

I caught her on reruns—Nichelle Nichols
from the original Star Trek series. She was
Black like me. …

Who art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our…

Wild for once, we drenched and drugged and flung
our sunstarved bodies into brunching and clubbing and…

stuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who…

Do you pronounce it “thuh” or do you pronounce it “thee”? Does thinking about it too hard give you the…

Bomber jacket trimmed with venom,
I pace the canyon like a parasite:
EK monogram, US flag, and cane,
the…

this messenger in quicksilver cape
sneaks past speakerbanks the band in mid-tune
his carefully coiffed…

I went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves…

一 (yī)

Two goats ascending
   Mt. Fuji
Wearing flip flops

二 (èr)

A far cry
From the Pearl River Delta
And scrappy…

Got to gala   glaze lavender my pansy        hoist my symphony

little gal Fauntleroy     in ultra dire

cootie yuntra…

i’m evolving from sadtrans to joytrans & g-d is my pokémon trainer
i only expect i will have a final form by the circumstance of my being...

INGREDIENTS: DICED TOMATOES IN TOMATO JUICE, CHARRED FAMILY IN THE PRESERVE. PUREE THE MOTHER (WATER…

carbonated water, high-rise between your momma and your daddy people, neutral ground, caramel in the…

Well she actually said
if you were an Ewok I would rescue you and name you Sunshine
build you a tiny…

Long, empty roads stretching as long as the gas tank is willing—
Sixty-seven dollars left from last …