“The light of that jet, overhead, is my mind I’m seeing so scintillant, unreachable. I am never where my body is.” ThinkingMindPoetryBrainPoemThoughts Author:Brian Tierney
“When I check my phone to remember I exist and I shake it and shake it I shake myself, as if to clear the Etch A Sketch of my face. If I’m dead inside how would I know, how would a bulb check its own filament.” LifeDeathPoetryExistencePoemPhonesCell Phones Author:Brian Tierney