you are not a flower. you do not rise from the soil like some dandy little spark of life you are not overflowing with green vanity you just are. when spring hits you do not bloom you do not rise up from the cold winter to burst forth into some spectral showcase of expressionistical color … More You Are Not a Flower
He fired his gun, and his entire body was overcome with power. He was enraged to find the strength he’d always imagined he wielded but never had the proof of. Staring down firmly at his hands his fingers crawling inward into grip he saw the hand of god before him. I am become predator, swallower … More He Fired His Gun
oh god dammit enter the cartoon bluebirds enter me skipping through green fields eyes closed turned upward to the sun soaking in the thick mushy grossness of love enter the sleeplessness enter the constant churning thoughts of the idea that someone loves me enter the wrecking ball of puppies enter footie pajamas and popcorn enter … More Enter the Cartoon Bluebirds
His coworkers were worried by him. The way he would disappear to the window around noon to stare for what felt like timeless hours at the orchid while it soaked up the sun placing his hands on each side of the vase closing his eyes with intention and humming. It was ritualistic in an otherwise … More Strange Ceremonies
You’ve caught me in your net, my dear. I’m not struggling I’m just begging for more food. I’m napping and dreaming of never leaving your doorstep. I’m napping and dreaming of your blood running down my chin. I’m chaotic neutral punchy dry lovely motherfucker these days. The way I smile around the grocery store with … More WOLF.
What has your heart? What has the keyring with innumerable different keys to different chambers of your heart? What holds your moon in your sky? What kisses you like comfort? What floats above your bed at night? What burns up the back of your eyes? What sugar do you taste on your tongue? What love … More Good Question
hello, corporate houseplant. it is me, your caretaker. i wanted to talk to you because you seem to be doing so well in this bleak corporate environment you seem to be thriving. it was just earlier this week following our monthly all team meeting that you began to bloom a new aloe leaf accompanying now … More poem for a corporate houseplant
like two in the morning or something i couldn’t sleep so i called up God and was all like “hey God, do you want to meet up for some coffee?” and God of course obliged me like always so we’re sitting around Denny’s drinking shitty coffee talking when i ask God “is destiny a thing?”and … More Talking to God Over Shitty Coffee at Denny’s
i’m trapped on the moon with a bottle of whiskey i’m sitting in a lawn chair watching the earth rotate around the sun and it reminds me of the way we used to dance together, in strange jazz clubs whose names i don’t remember, i could never remember i remember the way we reclined our … More Sinatra on the Moon
| an american human being | for our purposes let’s call them human being #1 | walks down the right side of a pathway as they approach another human being – presumably american as well | but human being #2 seems to be unflinchingly dedicated to walking on the left side of the road thus … More A Study of Two American Human Beings
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