Blow
written by: T.E. Maltba
Woke up this morning and thought “god, we’re fucked”
Walked down the stairs and misfired with missed luck
She blew in through the valley from a plug
Twitching affinity and trenches dug
On a blade-scratched top of an ad hoc block
Signed in designs with discrete lines of rock
The dusting shatter of candied matter
Will greet ole Benny with snow-white chatter
Her green-backed sniffing at the trench’s mouth
Swept away on running kites that fly south
Forced to drink of time from death’s filling cup
Blow through the valley from the bottom up
T.E. Maltba is a statistics Ph.D. candidate at U.C. Berkeley whose research lies at the intersection of machine learning and random dynamics. His working poetry collection Beyond Reason documents his experience with research, relationships, Asperger’s syndrome, mental health, and substance abuse. His work has been featured by Spillwords Press and Spectrum Publishing.
Latest posts by T.E. Maltba (see all)
- Blow - June 10, 2021
- Blind - March 15, 2021
- The Cat’s Meow - December 11, 2020
