Posted in Mike Meraz on March 7, 2011| 4 Comments »
By Mike Meraz
the music’s still the same
it’s just the walls are louder
the tones and vibes are bouncing off metal
rather than brick
which makes the sound louder
rather than dense and muffled.
the music’s still the same
the voice,
the style,
the sound,
the meaning…
it’s just the world is getting bigger,
more hollow, changing into a huge void
where the tiniest bit of truth
sounds like a thunderous volcano.
it doesn’t take much anymore
because there is not much anymore.
Posted in Mike Meraz on September 21, 2010| 5 Comments »
By Mike Meraz
so here you are
reading another one
of my poems
it is not going to be
a good poem
it is going to be
a poem about you
reading another one
of my poems
if you have never had
a poem written
about you this is it.
Posted in Mike Meraz on June 16, 2010| 6 Comments »
By Mike Meraz
the muses come to me
because they know
I do not give
a fuck.
the muses do not come to you
because they know
if they told you
anything special
you would not say it
anyway.
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Clutching at Straws 