We are metered only by our own machines,while the book is a clock that forgets her machanics.
ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.
There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have words.
DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.
OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT’S CALLED “POETRY” – YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING’S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~
SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.
WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.
HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE
IT’S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT – IT’S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.
ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I’M A HORSE.
I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.