I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic
fit to fit in is a privilege
chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.
Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home. Buddy… Continue reading the day before yesterday
The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith. Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith
it's still early have enough time to make it up like late homework ill blow it off waste its time lead them on never commit and disappoint my mother.
hated the way we left that place shredded into bits in an open can cigarette ash half emptied bottles and a couple of new years hats: they were home made, blue and pink glitter baby announcement decertations unused still in the box plastic top hats from a younger time in a box labeled 'memories', new… Continue reading untitled 24
as a man as a person as a living creature on this planet, i believe orange is an overhyped fruit. no no wait listen seriously no come on seriously the strawberry?? who gives a f-
they wished the worst on you slip and fall into a pool of your own blood streaming from your diseased dreams while your mother chokes on her own shitty unseasoned cooking. all for saying you were excited for Moon Knight.
this little space this little space that we carved out of wooden tools this little space - is ours. dingy dirty damp, full of holes and ants in the summer but it's ours. this little space in outer space they can see us dance first time at second base setting up our bookcase. when we… Continue reading a little space
future sight is inexpensive it only cost me my youth
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
am i a real person hard to tell non from fiction; empty beach growing waves crashed against lost sand; is this a metaphor? am i the wave? the sand? more like the beach, as a fly on the wall watching the waves watching the sand waiting for something different but i remember;
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail