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mwschmeer.bsky.social
professor, poet, hack teaching writing at JCCC since 2004 it's in the syllabus
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all the vibes have been vibed: time to do the work #badmicropoetry #notadvice

I've taken the shit you left in the hall, so much crap the curb is full of you, your detritus shining like aluminum foil disguising dog turds, an ex-lax doughnut in an old office fridge for the sweet prince of the sales floor who never learned to dress rightly for the part #badmicropoetry #poetry

I think we can all agree that this is the best compromise to the whole Gulf of Mexico/Gulf of America naming dispute. #GravityFalls

#badmicropoetry #poetry

So I heard about this site: theyseeyourphotos.com, which purports to use AI to determine how much can be inferred from a single photo of you. Of course, I'm not an idiot. I didn't upload a picture of myself. No, I uploaded a picture of my avatar, a minor character from π˜›π˜©π˜¦ π˜‰π˜­π˜’π˜€π˜¬ 𝘊𝘒𝘢𝘭π˜₯𝘳𝘰𝘯. Behold:

New drinking game for Super Bowl LIX: Take a shot every time Tom Brady says "stud." You'll be blackout drunk by the end of the first quarter. #Superbowl #ChiefsKingdom

youtu.be/38PB3sBZxf4?... #February

Dear Elected Democratic Party Members: You are now the opposition party. Get your shit together and act like it.

as it turns out, I am not a morning person.

some days, you just want to eat an entire hickory farms gift basket summer sausage in one go. today was that day. a man has needs.

your potential to do good is proportional to your potential to fuck shit up but who cares about proportionality except creatine freaks & doomsday preppers & weak-willed democrats in congress too worried about their base to wrest power from fascists? #badmicropoetry #poetry #notreally

we drank beers & pissed on rocks outside Barstow to celebrate the future anniversary of your death but you left town so we missed you & pissed for nothing but at least it was a good ride #badmicropoetry #poetry

the bro ken road side sneak er goes no where fast #badmicropoetry #poetry

to be famous in poetry is no mean feat: just follow the right folks & post pithy comments while intermittently raging at all the motherfucking fascists ruining the world including that guy who cut in line at Starbucks & people who walk cats on a leash & bad drivers #badmicropoetry #poetry

the streetlight flicks static hums against the night & the dog doesn't sniff odd piles or wrappers for once & the kid in the stroller drops a bear & the mother's ass crack says hello & the less I know about things I do not know the better the world will be #badmicropoetry #poetry

the last pecan roll lurks in the box waiting wanting longing for love oh my darling you are too sweet & it is too late for such seductions #badmicropoetry #poetry

_advice_ every writer says this worked for me but they lie: you must listen for a hand open in silence & the buddha smiling & only then will you know #badmicropoetry #poetry

Read. Read books. Reading books is resistance. Buy. Buy books. Buying books is resistance. Share. Share books. Sharing books is resistance. Celebrate Celebrate books. Celebrating books is resistance.

Americans waking up to reality this week.

Okay, I WOULD totally watch a show called Starship Goof Troopers.

some days, I just have nothing to say.

The ability to turn off reposts and quote posts in the Following feed truly cleanses the Bluesky experience.

there's a hollow in the grainβ€” a road littered with signs & leaves & the sound of letting go that holds the shape of storms carved by words we didn't say on barefoot kitchen tile & wrapped in curtains like the moon slipped behind clouds when the record skips & the needle wears down #badmicropoetry

the telephone wires hum like violins, ghosts in the lines like your name on the wind when the dog barked at trucks where our words used to land & train whistles sliced through midnight's last dark; the sky is a wound that refuses to close & the stars sing a hymn in reverse #badmicropoetry

the coffee tastes like an old photograph as the world spins slow like a scratched forty-five lost in the grooves of a one-note song where a paint-by-number moon burns high sulfur kerosene just to chase the sound of weeds growing tall while the clocks wind down #badmicropoetry

your clothes are in the dryer but you wait two hours to check & of course they're cold & damp & you hit it for another cycle & so it goes & you suddenly remember nestled under covers but it's too lovely & maybe your undies like your lover won't mind a morning spin #badmicropoetry

dear reader, I don't care if you read these words but the demon riding my back whispers fuck you every time I scritchy-scrabble the page & so I write lest some angel shows up to ruin the whole damn affair with insufferable joy #badmicropoetry

I said one day my poems would be taught in colleges & my prof said yes as examples of what doesn't work: hard truths are hard, damn it #badmicropoetry

god I miss cigarettes even though they're right there, how the drag filled my lungs & stained the callus on my fuck you finger with sweet nicotine but the callus is gone now: I no longer grip pencils for hours penning missives & my damn index finger is tappingly numb #badmicropoetry

_With Apologies to Brautigan & Bukowski_ At 3:15 a.m. a beer shit smells like a marriage between inspiration and desperation. I had to clean my ass in the shower before I could write this down. But before I did I looked in the toilet and said "Ahah! I made that!" #badmicropoetry

_With Apologies to Richard Brautigan_ I am sittting at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of Earl Grey. An ant is crawling on the refrigerator handle. I have to disturb him so I can get some milk. There's a bowl of cornflakes I want to eat. #badmicropoetry

hot tea, old mug, good book: just me & tinnitus ringing in the new year #badmicropoetry