COMMENTS SECTION POETRY
Finding poetry in the internet’s OBSCURE CORNERS.
An ongoing series of poems constructed entirely of words pulled from comments sections across the World Wide Web. smoke stains.
A moment dressed in calm.
I forget where I learned that.
I said nothing.
It felt appropriate to wait.
To float the head in whisky,
The smoke stains,
to taste the word and time.
Some sit beside it.
Some separate themselves entirely
and sip slowly, like a sentence
that refuses to end.
Your glass reflects.
It teaches.
Not directly,
we only hear when we’re listening for something else.
I crave
More than the thing
Retro hailing
A commitment
Not to style exactly,
but to the idea that we might get it right—
the way we touch the fire
without showing pain.
It’s the part of the day
that makes the rest
disappear.
HUSH.
She had braces—then didn’t.
The smile is still there,
but it doesn’t mean the same thing.
A cornucopia
once lived on my sweatshirt.
Now it never existed.
Even the fruit feels distant.
Visited my sister’s grave for thirty years.

They say it was always somewhere else.
Four people in the car,
now six.
Not one asks if I have a driver anymore.
Books say lion. Then say wolf.
We are the champions—
but no longer of the world.

The song ends early,

and no one blinks.
unclogged.
quiet again

alone with the spin
hands force, then float

panic breathes
a little milestone
sleepless voice
burning water
waits behind the door
flush like hours in reverse

ache rising
nothing works

until it does
glitch.
the world forgets
interrupts—
not with meaning

a masterpiece
for the world’s newspaper
in his fifties now maybe
someone somewhere
calls it perfect
they called it,
still laughing at us.
i still see
a glitch shaped like
a God.
a mask
history leans in drunk
a broadcast
whispers
the voice said: “come closer"MORE IDEAS
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COMMENTS SECTION POETRY: Finding poetry in the internet’s obscure corners.