Tag: original writing

  • Cheap talk

    What does that even mean?
    You cannot have your cake
    and have it eaten too. 
    It takes two to tango, 
    honey,
    and talk is cheap. 
    So, I speak by the hour,
    and pass collection 
    when the hook penetrates
    your soft, upper palate. 
    
    
  • Stains

    Trigger warning – violence, graphic depiction: please read with your own safety in mind.

    Pages: 1 2

  • While In

    Subverting patience
    one expectation at a time.
    I like to weaponize 
    existentialism - 
    it’s my kink.
    I don’t even like the music,
    I just know you
    like me for listening. 
    What a ball,
    a beautiful wedding. 
    So pulls the oxen 
    on cart. 
    
    Pardon me a moment
    while I spiral 
    out of control here. 
    
  • Tri Cyclic

    I did nothing
    but watch
    helpless
    as the young
    of my generation,
    the gifted
    and beautiful,
    trapped themselves
    in the same 
    dead ends 
    we hated the old
    for wasting their
    lives on.
    
    I’m sorry. 
    
  • Welcoming

    From birth
    your time, 
    they say,
    will come.
    
    Your family 
    excited,
    the papers,
    you sign.
    Guns flare. 
    
    The uncles, 
    the grandads,
    the fathers - 
    those left - 
    they say, 
    your time 
    will come.
    
    You sign,
    they cheer,
    you fight,
    they boo.
    Your war 
    will come. 
    
  • Requiem

    It becomes a dream
    you share. 
    The first to wake up
    leaves. 
  • Motivation

    Let their derision fuel your passion.

  • Coagulant

    Our ancestors sold the future

    for convenience. Now,

    we waste away,

    fighting for peace of mind.

  • Addicted

  • Rubber

    I would have rather walked. Despite the early spring chill, I longed for a refreshing hike.

    I parked, feeling the tires’ dread an inch from a small grit burn. They needn’t have gone through this existential horror except that I had so many quarters to rid myself of. 

    Standing at the roadside, the long–necked animal swallowed my change. It ate eagerly, one by one, and in turn showed all that I was an honest person with no proclivity for petty crime. 

    I waited for the meter to down the last coin with a metallic gulp. After it squawked happily, I climbed back behind the wheel and drove home so I could take the walk I desired instead.