newly called seldom and

with the world between fingertips

numb with scar i sit and conjure

you until charon tires of waiting

and again recedes eyes rolling

dropping another cigarette butt

into the littered styx


but i would not give up the privilege of our arc

the parabola’s summation and plunge:

our ark

for all the release from heaviness

for the comforts of earthbinding

i would not

(via 3liza)

sap song

the night swoons vast

in the unaccountable lapse
between them- as if they
had reached a torn-out
passage of a book which
could only be filled with conjecture,
and were waiting for it to resume-
as if an injury had been done to 
their continuity, which is comprised
of two bodies and is itself like a body in heat
and ambition and marrow-
as if any span between their bodies greater
than none at all were an insult answerable
only with combat, which they would take
out on each other, each a willing proxy
for the very terror of their parting.
as if every apart heartbeat somehow
     didn’t count

excerpts from project: nausicaa/laocoon

1. (that your lapse might not invoke mine;)

his thick breath,

infective with languor,

is half hidden. cripple-

king of the sand uncertainly

lingering between burial

and sky-rites. watched by

frantic gulls. wherefore his

thews. a falling mast

crowned him in fractures.



5. (interlude: a pun: i have given you a third person. sorry, sorry)

he had been unclad

by shipwreck but

threw a cloak of

sorrowing words

around us both. our

arms pinioned by its

sodden weight.

6. (you raged to preserve me.)

my name in greek

means “burner of ships.”

7. (i am incapable of distance.)

i took his nausea for my own, offered

through weakened teeth my

own rags. tried to hang them

from his shaking frame. tried

at least to stand between him

and the sun. his enormity kept

me from covering him. the

greeks wrote of madness in

a certain way

the glyph project isn’t dead, by the way, but i’m working on something else right now. i might turn it into a twine game we’ll see

in time and not much time

at that my room will take the scent

of rotten oranges. i had a twin

who would be drunk by now and i

killed him to stay here. don’t regret it

but i visit his grave sometimes, and

listen to his anger. his clothes fit me

like motley. and now smell of oranges. 

2k14 poem commissions



im steeb and also Elias I.K.B. and im a sexy broke wordboy with a heart of gold and nothing left to lose. if you would like a personalized poem, bespoke literary analysis or parody, professional-quality editing or proofreading, or just to help a moody cutie buy groceries, i am here 2 help!! 

here is some of my previous work:

most recently i have been collaborating with eliza on the problem glyph series, which we have cool + big plans for.

testimonials can be found here. the money and emotional support i received from my last round of commissions helped me through a dire situation and i am unspeakably grateful. 

i will write you anything. it does not have to be a poem. i am also an experienced and overeducated editor and am Really Good at academic writing.

pay what you want. everything helps. i have written poems for $50 and i have written them for $5 and been grateful for both. the ~average donation~ seems to be in the $10-$30 range but i am only too happy to work something out. im broke, you’re broke, i understand. anything is appreciated. just email me a topic or suggestion and some dollars and i will do the rest!

and here is a cool new thing: for an additional $20, i will professionally print and ship to you a copy of your personalized poem, all fancy-like. 

my paypal and email can both be accessed with the invocation elias(.)isaac(.)b(at)gmail(.)com

lets get that free verse, america. even if you aint got some dollars, reblogs are always appreciated!! i love you

(via weeaboo-chan)


hey do you like poems and problem glyphs because boy have i got a deal for you




would you like to

  • smear some holiday cheer all over a handsome wordboy in a weird situation?
  • help me make rent/not starve next month?
  • maybe if everything goes really well help me buy an awful christmas present for my worst enemy, 3liza? that she will hate? 


hi i am elias “orb” steeb and i am broke and write poems that a lot of people seem to like. and i would be delighted to make one just for you. 

i am currently accepting commissions on the basis of donations, with no set price. i’ve written poems for 5 dollars and i’ve written them for 50- i know that things are pretty rough all round for we tumblr fuckshits and i certainly don’t want to bankrupt anyone. give me whatever you consider fair and we’ll work something out. 

you can find testimonials from satisfied customers here, and here is some of my previous work: 

you may also recognize my work on the Problem Glyph series! my poetry blog is thedevouringseason and you can find some other odds and ends there. 

you can commission anything you want from me- it doesn’t have to be a poem. i would also be happy to edit or critique any work you send my way, and have been doing both professionally and academically for years. is there anything else you want to give me money for? hit me up. let’s talk.

my paypal and email address are the same: elias(dot)isaac(dot)b(at)gmail(dot)com. if you aint got any extra money, believe me when i say i understand, but just signal boosting this post would be a huge help in and of itself. i love you all, hail satan  

ive spent the morning reading old poems and i might be ready to write again