John Maurer – 4 poems

Synthesizing Honestly in Aggregation


Oligarchies and dictatorships 

have fallen all the same

If two heads were better than one

evolution would have seen to it


The auteur theory sustains, no matter 

how hard deep-pocketed studio owners disagree

If greatness was measured by financial success

than Van Gogh is the worst painter to ever pick up the brush


If riskless perfection is the goal, Hendrix should’ve never 

picked up the flaming guitar by his LSD dripping teeth

I’d rather break my bones to break down the door 

then wait for it to be opened


I’d rather speak with meaning 

and be ignored than placate.


Confidence is the Infrastructure


There’s no doubt in my mind, there certainly shouldn’t be any doubt in yours-Bob Ross


Doubt will kill the poet before the Plath Syndrome gets a chance

If you don’t believe you have something worth saying, what are you saying?

If you speak for a response, you aren’t an artist but a reaction

The bard does not differentiate between love and hate

That is not his lot in life, that is the lot of everyone else

Some people will love you, some people will hate you

If you change to be loved by those who hate you, those who loved you will hate you


As they should, as you deserve, you are not a model, not meant to be beautiful

You are a heart bleeding and beating at an exponentially slower meter

This purpose is being the maggots on the street rot

This purpose is being unapologetic on how horrible you are

In hopes that someone will see and maybe say I might just try being me too.


A Pick-Pocketed Identity


Prison is only a trade school 

for black market occupations

School is only a ceremonial entrance 

into the magic trick that is distracting you for your entire life


Assembling your life like cheap Swedish furniture

Step-by-step, bullet point by bullet point

and somehow after following every detail perfectly

the puzzle you’ve assembled doesn’t look like the picture on the box


Note to Self:

You did what you were told to by those who didn’t care about what you want 

and you are now surprised that your life isn’t what you wanted

There is design and there is following a template of a designer

You have lived a greyscale, milquetoast, Chinatown knock off of a life


No wonder, now it’s falling apart.


Trash Compacted to a Diamond


If you channel invert the night 

sky transforms to acid rain

There are sketches more masterful 

than molasses thick paint 

on canvases larger than walls


I’ve heard a man use a ballpoint pen 

and a wooden banister to compose music 

more intricate than any orchestra

Gravity has laws, beauty doesn’t even have a guideline

Not to those who dedicate their lives to studying it


Who know how hard it is to see

It doesn’t hit you like a mortared wall

It hits you whenever it’s too late, whenever that may be.


John Maurer is a 26-year-old writer from Pittsburgh that writes fiction, poetry, and everything in-between, but his work always strives to portray that what is true is beautiful. He has been previously published in Claudius Speaks, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Thought Catalog, and more than fifty others. @JohnPMaurer (

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