Poems from Selz

Prison
Who brought me to this prison? "I brought myself." Who's going to free me from this prison? "I can't do that myself."...
We, United
The failures! The consumed! The good-for-nothings! The irresponsible! The immature! The insane! We are called by so many names that it's...
The Old Burning
I find it hard to indulge in the foreign practices that appear before me, especially when I see them all laughing canonically and seldom...
Liquid
I'm dripping out of myself, splattering the floor with my remains— Merely a reminder of the fragility I've always personified. So shall I...
Half-Forgotten
  Her aged hands are rubbery, full of brown specks of wisdom— A holy entity formed of political hatred and troubling nostalgia, Undying,...