Hong Kong Poem

by Travis Jeppesen on April 3, 2014

Here I sit by my large ass window, staring out at the milkgray sky, brewing up my own typhoon. This harbor is such a whore. Look at all the boats she allows to crawl all over her. Kind of like me last night, in my misguided attempt to field out some relief…I know I am really going nowhere. Let an avalanche of foam drown me. This sky, its name bears no definition – that is what’s so sexless about it. Who has the craving for a landscape, to attach yrself down into it. Little hermit poets outside of time…


I want to go and bathe. I feel like I don’t deserve to be anywhere. My great force is the unbearable secret of namelessness. Wear it like a string of prunes.


I feel the last line really teaches towards the soul of some sort of sexually depraved dada prophet. Not to say the words are prophetic- just that the eagerness to scribble is compelling.

I left you a long email. Because I felt it would be inappropriate to post something here. It would mean the world if you responded.

Just finished victims. Loved it.


by Travis on May 4, 2014 at 5:31 am. #

Reaches, not teaches^ autocorrect will doom us all into nonsense

by Travis on May 4, 2014 at 5:32 am. #

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