Two Poems by Sampson Starkweather

from La La La

who knew
something so broken
could keep breaking
is it impetus
or impotence
of dreams
see I’m a star
collapsing
a new degree
of black
I think I left
the burner on
I admit it
I died
and still sold nothing
I’m accruing a weapons cache
so I can constantly refer
to my weapons cache
we all must shoo
the big black birds
of our psyche
O big train
I’m gonna kiss
your face
this place is crawling
with babies
did we do that
I’m sorry for leaving
my glitter inside you
you call these drugs
no wonder
nothing works
the goddamned cloud machine
is jammed again
at the end
of this poem
someone is going
to die
just you wait

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from Self Help Poems

Nintendo always felt more real than life. Simple yet somehow beautiful worlds, constantly breaking down, designed, whether intended or not, as pixilated avatars of hope. Old school video games are perfect precisely because of how unreal they are. They don’t try to teach you anything, except if you see a hammer, you better grab it

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sampson Starkweather Sampson Starkweather

Sampson Starkweather is a founding editor of Birds, LLC, an independent poetry press. He is the author of The Heart is Green from So Much Waiting, City of Moths, Self Help Poems and The Photograph. He lives in Brooklyn.

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