Rosary of thought unread aloud Jon Hillenbrand, October 6, 2010May 10, 2013 It’s a rosary of thought, it’s over and over, and it runs through my head from bead to bead. It doesn’t matter. Like a fight with myself. You know, eventually, I’m going to win. So I wait for the victory. I close my eyes and wait for the victory to come at last. It DOESN’T matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. I pretend it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. Cuz it doesn’t, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. I run and I run and I run and I run and I run and I run and I run, it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, I pretend, like a poem that’s never read, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. An overcomplicated watch like a bomb that doesn’t blow. And it’s fine and it’s fine and it’s fine and it’s fine, cuz it doesn’t really matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. In the end it doesn’t matter doesn’t matterdoesn’tmatter. But it does. Poetry doesn't matterpoemPoetryrepetitionrosary
Poetry Perspective May 27, 2010December 30, 2015 This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night. Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t… Read More
Poetry Irrational Fear of Thunder May 28, 2013September 7, 2015 Tie a ribbon on the things that you want, pink or red and it doesn’t matter for the poem of life will continue with or without you. Read More
Poetry Online Dating Girl June 21, 2012December 30, 2015 An open poem to the online dating girl You are showered by messages From every perverted minnow Nibbling at your fingers Like sperm at the shell Of an unperturbed egg. I imagine your ten sets of eyes Gazing my way across a library Or bar Or quad Or hiking trip… Read More