Leo R. Skoble

self-portrait as lowercase letters i am overlooked, overshadowed, as big bold lettering is always in the way of me wanting to be seen but not wanting to be perceived since i have things to say that aren’t as important as you, highlighted and italicized: always soaking up the sun as if nobody else wanted it because you’re not thinking as much as i about how we are seen perceived and noticed. you would benefit from less centered text, if you listened, that is to say i wish you

Make me a Man Take this scalpel and cut my skin, I’ve made my decision to have the incision regardless of What it may leave behind – Scar tissue is preferable on my body As opposed To on my mind. I have not changed what’s in my heart nor what’s in my mind But there are scars here, and there They will remain for a while – I can’t get rid of them that easily. It’s part of the process of healing – fusing Processing… Waiting for Festering wounds to settle their biological boiling

What You Should Know To Be a Poet Peaches, plums, lemons, and mushrooms Slimy, sticky, soft, and sweet Sprawling wheat fields, golden in the setting sun. You must teleport 20 miles down the road to interrupt it with leaves. dappled bits of magic floating down around you, the underbrush crackling with hidden and forbidden knowledge Know this: you left your car back at the field Bile, bending, breaking, blooming Treetops choking those beneath them, your feet hurting trying to g