Justin Aptaker Poems

tomorrow's a new day
when
this
night
...

the burden of all being
rests heavily on me
for i am
...

Everyone's been talking about how
the universe will either expand
indefinite cold star death
or collapse and then repeat itself
...

blessed are the fools
who call themselves fools
for others will call them wise
...

as i sit on the edge
         of the curb
     staring into Black Abyss Inevitable
         with my mind's eye
...

words
encompass experience
fragmented impulses flash
chemical endeavors establish
...

true, dissociation
is a function
of imagination
...

i have been
having
such perfectly composed nightmares
cascading like rain
...

let it always be remembered
that I used to be
one of the old street-preachers
of Athens
...

i was born
to a mother who always is
trying to destroy me
...