Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: scribblesnbits

  • 1000 Cuts

    I had to ask.
I knew the answer
before I asked,
but I had to ask. 

And it's okay. 
It's all really okay. 

Believe me,
because I do.

  • Seeing/Believing

    People see
what they like.
I just 
keep my step.

  • NA

    I had that dream again.

Angry with
the glue
sealing my 
lips.
Hot plastic
slipping out.
No idea
what I’m 
missing
because when
I see 70,
I see a beach
with a cold
wind 
up its spine. 

Anyway,

What are you up to?

  • tensions risen

    The mattress, 
the floor:
tangled 
in linear progression.

The corners,
sharp and cold.

Fingers spread,
you know?

The feeling. 

How's that for 
temptation?

  • Currently Reading: Dead Astronauts – Jeff Vandermeer

    For that is what bodies wanted: to come to rest. To know no more.

    Dead astronauts reads like someone is telling you their fever dream and its interpretation simultaneously in the same eerie voice.

  • a misnomer

    It slowly tingles,
drifting upwards - 
periphery 
caving in -
downtown skyline blending. 
Fuck, I miss your dumb ass.
Same kind of focus,
that narrowed my sight. 
Beside ourselves
with laughter,
beside each other,
friend.

  • The Year In Review

    Last year, I challenged readers and myself to create a six-word-summary of the year. I think I’ll keep the tradition.

    Here’s mine:

    Tumultuous change and triumphant movement onward.

    All the best in your new year.

    Josh

  • Sea Salted Cocoa Nut

    Hunting 

    window seats,

    timeless observation decks,

    for things - 

    people really -

    sifting 

    over and over. 

    I don’t understand 

    or pretend not to

    for the sake 

    of a plastic beach 

    somewhere. 



    Reworking the data,

    changing perspectives,

    and updating the algorithm

    through sips 

    from a tulip glass. 

    Making it absolutely nowhere. 



    Still, the water runs;

    the purple coats

    cry on the corner, 

    a blue Porsche 

    drifts around...

    whatever you say,

    space cadet.

  • What They Call Life

    Give the people what they want
    and take only what you need.

  • Their Buried Heads

    Look, this dreamer, 
in an age lacking peace. 
Contests staring 
with the wall.
An ostrich to the races;
a warm, drumming static
and beeping.
Ambivalent,
like any 
decent son should be.