A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.

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but aren't they all random?

Thursday, April 11, 2013


like riding your bike off a log
you could never learn to forget
a thing like that. Like learning
the way home, how to drive
a point home, say her name
three times out loud, and
you're set. Your name is like
walking off cliffs, or right
into walls,
like selling a soul
like banging a skull
on the beats of a heart, like
never forget what it's like, my love.
I will never forget what it's like.

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