Not Prose

This poem has been rendered as an image to preserve its unique spacing on various screen sizes. Transcription: time occurs no more in here. no clock to tick or sense to feel. idas steps keep time as she. tap tap tap. (rendered on a sloping line ressembling stairs.) through eschers halls. her steps keep no time. for there is none to keep. around the penrose stairs. up up up up (rendered on a line sloping upwards) or down down down down (rendered on a line sloping downwards.) her steps maintain a constant pace. no need for speed velocity. no time no time to keep the pace. just tap tap tap (rendered on a line sloping downwards) through timeless halls.

3 Poems About Nature

Make a wish on me

The atmosphere is a blast furnace

Tumbling screaming glowing

Starlight with no stars in sight

Lava

In the sky


We are

Dinosaur killers

Planet killers

Luck bringers

Omen singers

Make a wish on me


Tomorrow morning a child will find a pitted, charred rock in the field behind her house

She will bring it home and set it next to her T-rex plush

Wish that the next one is not bigger

Wish on me


Eardrums burst and shatter rock to smoke magma to lava and ash

Lungs fill with me, flesh sears, the sky goes dark

I killed you. Did you know that? I killed your species

I clouded your skies and dimmed your sun

I killed you and you were never the same again

Many maws spit boiling bile and billowing poison

My stomach is never empty

My mouths are never closed

Is tidal wave a misnomer?

I am not a tide

I am an earthquake’s offspring, and I could not be farther from the moon than the stars of far off galaxies

Tides are not destructive, or at least they were not

Before the oceans rose and your beaches and resort towns were swallowed by the brine

They eat slowly, I eat fast

I swallow you and your boats and buildings and then I throw as much up as I took in

I throw up rubble and sand and destruction

You put a tide in fast forward you have me

You slow me down you have a tide

The tide will win by attrition

I will win by violence

A Fragment of a Love Poem

What better way to say I love you

Than with a knife

Only you could kill me right

This website's address is noahsprose.com, which is why my poetry is relegated to a single page labeled "Not Prose." I was conflicted about adding this to the website due to fears it would break the theme, but at the urging of my friend Nyx I decided to create this page. Perhaps one day there will be a website with the URL noahspoetry.com, but today is not that day. 

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