Tanner Istace Poems
|1.||Static Shock 13 From My Asphyxiant||1/23/2013|
|4.||They Don't Capitalize Je So Why Should I||2/2/2014|
|5.||But I'Ll Be In My Ivory Tower And You'Ll Be At The Sacred Fount||2/17/2014|
|6.||A Smoke In The Hand Is Worth Not Concerning Myself With The Future.||3/21/2014|
|7.||Sovereignty Not Denoted||11/18/2015|
Comments about Tanner Istace
There is a tick in my stomach.
There is a god in my throat,
An ambitious angel in my mind.
In a Society that pushes and congratulates and condones
My hand shakes with the rhythm of my nerves;
I feel the lactic acid in unused muscles left
to neglect, but not by my future self;
I move but I didn't and I think but I didn't and I,
I slept when I shouldn't have and I breathe when I want to stop.
A mind that wandered wonders those that that that, That,
That Shakes with the Rhythm of my Nerves
and bathes in the ethyl organic compound with a bonded ...