2 poems by Daniel Bryson

Here’s Some Eggs

I whispered one thousand promises cracked

with one thousand lies of omission apiece

look at that love

it has arms and legs

and wings

but bones made out of concrete

that settled long ago while it slept

for twenty hours in a row,

every day for four months

I Could Probably Convince Your Parents To Change Their Religion(s) on Facebook to ‘Based’ If I Really Tried

i am incredibly high right now

i don’t think anyone

has ever been this high before

i have been trying to say fewer things

about ‘how high i am’

think it detracts from conversation

but words keep coming

for some reason.

want to make sure that i

use what i ‘have’

while i ‘have it’

what that means

oh shit

here comes the end of the poem

how do you write a poem

how do you write a fucking poem

 

 

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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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