Afternoon Poetry Break

TNG Editorial Assistant Nick submitted these original poems.

For William Carlos Williams


You're an inconsiderate bitch.

And I hate you right now.


You fucking knew they

were for our goddamn guests

this morning.


I wish to God you had

choked on those plums.


Read another poem below the fold.


The Problem(s) With Language


1.

The bird soaring towards impossible, ineffable, inescapable light.

The wine dark ocean of sorrows is cruelly heaped upon its prodigious mind.

Wings of glorious destiny flap into the kiss of infinity.


2.

ummmm...like yeah. so I thought you maybe could like um er well

...and with me you know but whatever or i might i'm trying to think

blahblahblahblah blahhhhhhhhh.


3.

Fuck it. I can't finish this.

I'll just quote,

“Baby I don't know why I love you so.

Maybe it's just the way that God made me

this day.”


P.S. The author is a hack.