Two Poems // Jordan Hamel
Small curses
Sometimes
small curses
are enough.
A coffee-stained shirt
here,
a used condom
in their lunchbox
there.
Gaslight your enemies
until their reality
splits open,
as you rain down
a plague
of minor inconvenience.
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(This is a found poem containing real Vice News article headlines and headlines made using a random generator)
Is the Norwegian Psytrance Scene Growing?
Is the Cuban Farmcore Scene Defunct?
Is the Emerging Fetish of Laying Alien Eggs Inside Yourself Problematic?
Why Cape Town's Answer to "Arrested Development" Is Just Al Gore on Ayahuasca
Why Istanbul’s Answer to "The X-Files" Is Just Angela Merkel on Speed
Why Denmark's Answer to "M.A.S.H." Is Just Rihanna on Meth
Meet the New Zealand Poets Who Get Lonely Sometimes
Meet the Texas Teens Having Surgery to Look Like Robert Mugabe
Meet the Girls Who Are Terrorizing Juggalos with Their Perfect Asses
Meet the Latvian Paramedics Who Are Putting Witchhouse Back on the Map
We Talked to a Professional Cuck About the 'Alt-Right'
We Took 48 Hours of Vacation then Went Back to Work
We Spent A Year Playing Poker with Soho's Anime Porn Fanatics
We Filmed Milo Yiannopoulos and a Pagan Farmer Having Sex with Each Other
We
assaulted
Daniel Radcliffe
and made it into
a Vine.
Jordan Hamel (he/him/his) is a New Zealand-based poet and performer. He is the 2018 New Zealand Poetry Slam Champion and has performed at festivals across Aotearoa. He is a poetry editor for Barren Magazine and has work published or forthcoming in Ghost City Press, Mojave Heart Review, Mimicry, Sweet Mammalian, Kissing Dynamite and elsewhere.
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