I kind of feel like a field of ten thousand oranges, like a universe made up entirely of suns, like some sort of cosmic relief to be freed from subterranean dirt, like I’ve worked my way through codependent alcohol-induced relationships and deciphered every single Fall Out Boy lyric. I kind of feel like God, except … More The Anatomy of a Thirty Year Old Man
though once her hair was wild it is now tamed seeking refuge from a long life in the sanctuary of a black bandana her eyes sunken in like great ships set ablaze in the starry night beneath her eyebrows like clouds that dissipate slowly through time her wrinkles have formed like drylands under the salt … More An Old Woman of Arles
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
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.
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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