Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

Look, it doesn’t mean anything strongly in particular probably, so don’t rely on reading me— do your own Sisyphean navel grazing— it’s not going to be me doing the heavy lifting Hope you know that I’m an eternal observer, I’m a god like that You’ve got some words, some music, some art out of me—Continue reading “Mythologise”

Chicken Noodles—that’ll do. I’m 8 again. crinkling open the plastic wrapper placing the dry block into the beige tupperware strainer (worrying about something or other) ripping open the seasoning foil watching errant powder fall down to a life on the floor (pretending I don’t see it) moving the empty kettle to the sink filling itContinue reading “Patterns”

for Johnny You’re the star Forward | Forward | Down | Up wherever you are I gotta wear these shades Down | Down | Forward | Forward | Low Punch I see your soul exploding my heart going supernova Forward | Down | Back | Y the hero worship never fades so keep dancing forContinue reading “Caged”

Sunlight streams in, picks up every stain on the bay window. A brown leaf casually falls through the bare fingers of a backyard tree. The tiny lizard crunches through the fallen ones to find a new place to hide. Paint flakes off the pergola, beige and unremarkable, with clinging lines of dirt. I could tryContinue reading “Here”

And in a way you keep skipping to the end. You sabotage yourself. So that the bad ending happens sooner. It makes me think you’re only skimming these paragraphs. What hurts, when you take it word by word at a time? These twists and turns can be handled. Building up, breaking down. I wish youContinue reading “End”