Things that Crawl
The bones of those who died before you
They’re scattered all around me
They form a ray of black light
Dark and soggy, twisted, muddied, round
Why did you let go
Prose
You. Do. Not. Exist.
Yes, I am smart, well-read, and have a wicked sense of humor. In fact, I’d date myself if I could. And as you noticed from this previous statement- I am also teeming with self-confidence. I have this power over you that you wouldn’t recognize if it were staring you in the face.
The Shadow of This Wall
This world is a haven for the desperate and confused and I am at its center, spinning with renewed focus and determination. Cause even if I try to decipher everything happening around me, words will fail, efforts won’t impress, and life goes on. I walk the same path but now slowly, the space between my head playing a song drives away the ghosts that used to fill my lungs.
We Kiss
I know there a million important things you need to do.
But I hope none of them is as important as being in this moment— in this lifetime. Your lips are smiling, our saliva— a beautiful gooey mess of liquid aphrodisiac.
Metronome
Everything about us was a result of perfect timing.
And yet somehow we knew our time would never come.
Our destruction, seamless.
Separation, mind-blowing.
The Spot
Lucky is the man who finds that part of you that makes your soul disintegrate a little everywhere. That’s what this spot can do. That spot is you.
The Candle In My Room
Take it in from all the corners of my room, close your eyes, and be taken back to a time when everything in this world was a place full of excitement and embrace.
Watch closely as its three wicks flicker a reminiscent glow that weaves an intricate love story of you and me.
The End of Our Maturity
The day you read this is the day you’ll suffer from a lack of common sense in critical places. But you will wake up. You will have an epiphany. You will realize things that you had no idea ever existed. And you will learn. That your life has turned into a compendium of unimportant matters. …
Phantom Limb
If you stay and take away this pain, I’ll let you be the glare inside the corner of my eyes.
But if you go you’ll be the tiny bits of marrow splattered on my bones…
Impasse
2020 is definitely not a people person.
So try to make sense of the senseless. Call it a deadlock. Call it anything you want. Declare an impasse. Do whatever you need to do. Find a million wrongs and turn it into rights.