all your idols were staged, truth was in the audience, inaudible. (from the set...– poet jack storm
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
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
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...
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
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.