sitting outside of work dilapidated jeep light misting splotched spreading like button mushrooms across the windshield fluid bulbs trapping light obscured sun hidden from sight smog grey clouds splayed overhead so thick I think they’re grazing the treeline piercing the turgid mat gnarled limbs ruffled fingers swaying with anticipation they dance for the rain as…
Tag: Poetry
Living On My Own Terms
i’ve been thinking about running again falling back full retreat clear the way crawling towards primordial ooze a primitive slime shedding my evolution discarding the vestments donned for that of forgotten fathers – i feel emancipated from mother nature nurtured in the cold embrace of harlowian surrogate appliances emaciated by societal expectations gutted by commerce…
Share This Silence
we never speak and i like it that way we can read each other between the lines the subtext of body language hanging on every word left unspoken – so many people say so much and so little at the same time filling the space between with vapid small talk insipid ideas leaching our intellect…
Light the Way
she held a candle in her hand at night because it was the only light she had and she watched it whip and flicker behind the door she kept locked and wouldn’t answer even when they knocked she’d sit staring at that candle holding it close til it almost burned her face whispering incandescence –…
Off the Beaten Path
i’m writing poetry through jaded eyes sitting on the floor staring at a dimmed down screen on a broken down computer that reminds me of one of those as-is cars you find in a lot – i’m propped against the wall naked ass digging into the beige shag carpeting in a town that belongs to…
Making Way for the Light
you have been told you are wonderful and special and you chose to believe the lie – we are all the same – you can never understand until you experience – i live in shadows because darkness makes way for light – Staring at the sun makes you blind
Drowning in Puddles
friend speaks fails to listen – tells me i should look on the bright side – peering down from a high rise obscured by the sun – words soft as his sensibilities unscathed unmarred unscarred – shudders at the the shallow burs barely digging at his heels – they nag occasionally but his feet don’t…
Smoke Signals
breathing smoke billowing plumage erupts cascading powdered puffs passing unobstructed peeling distending undulating traversing stagnant air on a breeze of sour breath stained teeth yellowed and calcifying tartared tarred tainted teal tendrils turning jellyfish autonomy unaware floating in fluid free fall flowing between us
Life: As Viewed Through a Lens
where will we turn when the sun hides when the tides roll in roll out wash the shore clean erasing our mark eroding as the grains slip through the glass shattered pieces scattered in all directions bellowing death wail perforating eardrums fall deaf eyes blind mind ignorant of our influence we’re all running treading water…
Time and Typewriters
last night I dreamt I moved into a new apartment large and sprawling labyrinthine design with white walls and wooden furniture dilapidated papers strewn paint peeling i entered off the street in the dead of night surrounded by nameless people who didn’t acknowledge me I recall a writing desk with what at first glace appeared…
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