I wrote you a letter I could never mean. Trial and error - the survivalist mantra: blessed are the meek. In another era, closed captioning open for grief. Down hung heavier - cycles more vicious than obscene. My rock-tied tantra sunken beneath a murky green.
Category Archives: Poetry
Amaze
Twisted and devouring itself, this soul, like Midguard’s serpent, into Deadalus’ shop of horrors - trapped. Fading faster with each death.
glass stones
High brow, high tower, high people. A grass fed, half-cocked, cockamamie conjecture. 10,000 hours so I know what I’m doing. Shiny metal belt; leather hypersexual. Hints to a treasure like steam wafting to dogshit.
8 Carrots
A horrific popularity contest where everyone’s obsessed with saying the last great thing. So, this is what healing looks like? Another scab to contradict unrealistic totems. Gilded, not gold.
oneuva
She’s the kind of woman you meet on the street and one day regret everything, even though it all went perfectly according to plan.
Artisanal
I get them rolled - a buck a piece from the hobo on the corner. Man’s got taste.
Secrets Make
I gave you a secret. No one else has it, so I guess it’s yours now.
pinned
So you don’t love me, I asked. Welcome back to reality, she said.
do your own time
The Clock Stopper
An inexorable vivacity,
she crumbles entropy,
pauses ultimate reality,
and shakes the world.
Seconds fall loose.
Only for her,
I leave that watch
broken
and never again let time
tick.
Lonesome, no more.
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