If I insist it’s shit, is it? Ici it’s
ink lilting, slick limbs kick silk—
I’m in. Insipid nitpicks pick gits,
NIN licks. Flickr clicks, kids
pinning pics, wit, is it? If I tick it,
list it, it’s nil. This infirm whining,
in fir ring I ching if I tri ill
schtick it’s in. I didn’t
find it illicit if it is I’ll sniff six
pills lickity split– mist in wind
this tilting whirl is grist I riff,
I drift gist— it’s shit isn’t it?
Jesse is a folk musician and audio-engineer. He juggles fatherhood, university classes and pins. His poems have appeared recently at venues like: Buoy, The Raintown Review, Measure, Angle, and The Headlight Anthology. You can find photos and more of his poetry at his blog A Loom In The Dark.