internetpoetry:

haiku by kanye west
c-u-p-i-d-b-o-y:

badbitchney:

Guess who survived.

Jessica
To breathe your furious sigh

Given an airplane, chance
Encounters always ask, So what
Are your poems about? They’re about
Their business, and their father’s business, and their
Monkey’s uncle, they’re about

How nothing is about, they’re not
About about. This answer drive them
Back to the snack-tray every time.

Heather McHugh in “20/200 on 747”
GOD this gave me chills via PostSecret
the drive home (before it was) 
Siren by Amy Gerstler
yes
#selfie
James Tate
"Like water pouring from a pitcher, my mouth on your nipples" —Boris Pasternak (Wild Vines) 
How do mad trees act? —Oksana Zubuzhko (Letter from the Summer House) 

"I come from a tradition of Western culture, in which the ideal (my ideal) was the complex, dense and “cathedral-like” structure of the highly educated and articulate personality—a man or woman who carried inside themselves a personally constructed and unique version of the entire heritage of the West. [But now] I see within us all (myself included) the replacement of complex inner density with a new kind of self—evolving under the pressure of information overload and the technology of the “instantly available."