March 2010
“all your idols were staged, truth was in the audience, inaudible. (from the set...”
– poet jack storm
slave.horse
It, is a collection of 90 short poems,
shot in 8 hours straight
dancing around some overlooked truths
here in Philadelphia and universally.
The most acerbic of these is the one
of a white horse tied up in ally,
and then another where the horse
is doing its job at independence hall.
Alex Jones said there was
to be a revolution last summer
and a fear mongers promise never happened
it was...
“I live on the edge of a knife, in prosody collages, where stores corner me for...”
– poet jack storm
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Philadelphia Mural Arts (rougher draft)
I live
In a city full of people and I haven’t heard from anyone in months mouths moths With moss thoughts gathered from stones the builders refused on a block From the boondock part of town Turning around like focus My shit is full of digested fingernail and scab Full of myself I was cut from a rougher draft with umbilical syllables, the craft I tried living on the lies and paintchips...
“believing race exists is racism (from the poem Sarcophagus)”
– poet jack storm
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robbery: tentative.
Robbery I am very afraid I vary, in frays, lights hues and all the while (phrase) Cutting cues in shades above passing windowsills, Blinded by obsession and wordplay Hoping that these windows will give me A break A junkie walking in the twilight, I’m on my way home A man made of eyes still couldn’t see What’s in store around a sale Children in the Appalachia die from Affirmed actions acting as a...
ex(c)iting
thanks to @dollmatic
i now love tumblr.
some old poems will be up
before the end of the week
make do with the photos for now
“words are a battlefield fading into significance”
– poet jack storm
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spr.ingclean.ing
when i free time from
spaces interrogation tacit water-
boarding techniques, i’ll move
all the old work from my
http://www.photobucket.com/isawjackstorm ,
www.photoblog.com/jackstorm sites.
