week without titles!!!

Hey guys, its the inaugural untitled poetry week at the ol' blog, and to start it off with a bang, here's three untitled poems from my heart to yours. And all week, expect a nonstop parade of untitled poetry to grace your computer screen. I know, I know; they said it couldn't be done. But we're going to show them! We're going to show them all! And don't let me have all the fun: everybody reading, create your own untitled poem (or...horror amongst horrors, create a titled poem) and slap it up here on these pages. We'd all love to see them. So without further ado, here's a bunch of poems without titles (but they do have numbers!)!


untitled 4448


she reaches out against the window pane
and
says that
this
oh this of this I think
when
winding and inside
to shrink

my life to live has ever done
and was
and win and when
we

shun



untitled 4449


different women
with

small
hands
assemble around
me

to pierce my flesh with
golden
daggers

and it is right

to be an animal
and

to shriek with the holly trees and
the clipped
grass

and to laugh at the sound
of a truck

tumbling a highway



untitled 4450


a boot
crunches
the glass

shards

at the city
train tracks

and your
mother once
lived

not far from
here

crying some nights under the moon


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oh and hey, here's two more poems! Zounds!


untitled 4451


E has had love
in her belly
for

some time

drinking fire
and

the moon saws

her jawbone
in half

with my t-
shirts
wrapped
upon
the balcony
.
she
drinks rainwater
and sleeps outside on the rooftop



untitled 4452


white paper
oh
gold

necked lepers

white
gold

and paperless
bandits

go crash

this is the old world
we
all live
we
all die