D. B. DEVILLIERS

Poetry

Words/Futility

I am Dustin’s senseless existential rage
directed via typebar hammer blows against
this blank page
for lack of a better target.
It bleeds painlessly in ink
a delusion of something less
impotent.


 

This works better in its original typewritten form but in any case, here we are.

Or Rather, Don’t Bother—It’s Not Important

Won’t you please just
get to know me won’t you
please just tell me what
you find since I don’t
know a fucking thing
about me.