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.

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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.

Image by James Whatley