Poetry

I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.

Poem #70

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

lodged into a crevice
on an asteroid in the main belt
there is a perfectly sealed container
see-through on all six sides
sent to space in 2098 AD
it had created a buzz in the scientific community
a self-sustaining micro-world
a godly concoction of microbes
each chosen for its complementary processes
hundreds of years later
and many millions of microbe generations
it’s forgotten by humans
but evolving all the same
occupying the cold box
in a crack of an asteroid
in the outer reaches of the Milky Way

Poem #67

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

uncertainty is perhaps the cruelest curse
it plagues the mind
spurring further indecision
creeping over every crevice
‘what if?’ it whispers
‘what if?’ it says
‘what if?’ it screams
until the victim is paralyzed

Poem #66

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

exhaustion and sore muscles
the front wheel traipses the line
suddenly the handles turn
down it goes like paper floating
many moments to put out a leg
instead entanglement, carnage
a skinned knee, aching palms
and a curiously injured pinkie

Poem #65

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

all muscles relaxed
but still the tenseness
nothing less than rage
not hateful, not violent
irritable rage colors every thought
a naturally harsh tongue
drips with unnatural venom
desperately suck it in
but some of it sprays,
an unlikely cocktail
of prednisone, jet lag and stress

Poem #62

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

little cities persist in glass terrariums
claiming a closed system
but that is false
the input is the sun
the output is entropy
they cannot exist entirely alone
but they do not think
of those outside
who toil to make the sun

Poem #61

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

I am trouble
In a crop top
I should not stop
Bring me thought pop

It’s riding in cars
At midnight and more
Drinking our cokes
And making our jokes

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

It’s standing
On the ceiling
Laughing about nothing
And teasing gravity

It’s throwing plates
At the kitchen wall
Screaming at each other
And making art with the pieces

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

We are trouble
With a few props
We should not stop
In our crop tops

It’s walking outside
In the dark, dark cold
Caring about nothing
And feeling every little thing

We’re bad