This Space

This Space


This poor wretched garden of

humans, smoldering in the ashes of

human decency, is warped into a

malformed enigmatic space decayed

by a mind sated with inane thoughts

emerging from of an enormous

overgrown ego.

I try to calm my mind from the torn

pages of unreality, as decisions

become more abstruse each day, but

the deformed tweets continue to

slowly seep into my aching brain,

which I attempt to ignore, without


While devouring the toxic

atmosphere filled with arrogant

platitudes in the middle

of angst, I sigh as the aftershocks

of banality open the wounds of

ignorance with a visceral grunt,

and my mind continues to ache.



James Piatt


James, has had several of his poems nominated for both pushcart and best of web awards, and many were published in the past four “The 100 Best Poems Anthologies.” He has had three collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “Light” (2016), four novels, over 1,100 poems in over 150 magazines and anthologies, and 35 short stories, published. His fourth collection of poetry, is scheduled for release this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.

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