dive like a leap
windows no sleep
a cliff a wish
to turn into mist

and reform at
the bottom
of that insanely
deep chasm

who invented?
Mario relented
allowing me to fall
straight down, long

jumper, in Speedo
remind me that
it was found at the
bottom of the trash

but why would
you throw this away?
like throwing away
the other side of the

world filled with so
much ingenuity no
matter how bizarre
and fractured I

insist on fitting
my thoughts into
squares and for
cing them to li

ve as plastic
reminders of t
he time I took
one long dive

I'm posting this poem in honor of National Bad Poetry Day.

If you like this sort of thing, you can snag yourself a whole zine packed full of my sub-par poems -- Poetree -- at the Pittsburgh Zine Fair on Sept 1st!!!

I'm petrified, terrified
At the thought you could verify
The secret I've striven to keep.

I've pushed it deep down
Where it couldn't be found
Till I wrestled it, lifeless, to sleep.

Personality, tame
But brash all the same
Gruff masquerading for raunch.

Katherine Heigl on trial
I'm suing for libel
If you discover my failure to launch.

Confused? Good. You should be. Find out more at Pittsburgh's Small Press Festival this Sat-Sun (25-26) from 12-5 PM.