collander

some days writing is like catching rain in a collander some days the bucket is overflowing others they just trickle to the dirt i have been drowning as of late but know the arid days too well Advertisements

tea time with kafka

kafka and i shared tea while hiding behind the thick dusty curtains as burroughs banged on the front door he had a haunted look in his sunken eyes as ginsberg ran naked from behind a bush with a shrill cry i saw a cockroach the size of a large dog scurry into the kitchen with […]

some rivers never meet the sea

not all rivers make it to the sea though some are born of lakes far inland from the ever shifting oceans step into the shadows slide out of your clothes let me run my fingertips softly along your tributaries in search of your hidden inlet sip lightly from your abundant waters while your thighs against […]

fugue

between the wind chimes and the neighbor’s songbird i feel like i am in a tornado of disharmonic nausea an orchestra pit this side of hell with demons clamboring a serenade to the chorus of the damned wailing all being played in a coffin on the back of a horse drawn carriage down a cobblestone […]

sighs

she sighed as she stared at the clouds forever is temporary the dream is just that we won’t live eternally she looked at me and smiled a sad thing but we have right now so there is always that i suppose

spacial

spending so much time in the cold reaches of space lately that the world around me feels foreign the sterility of the words has numbed the discharging life that circles ever so frantic sound travels oddly in the lack of gravity no atmosphere lungs shriveled like prunes i gasp loudly in a panic as if […]

tsunami

feeling like another abandoned dream on the side of the rural road between wholesome and winsome watching life turn to ash blowing through the trees on another bench in the center of nowhere it was me it was me it was me then it wasn’t in a flash it just wasn’t left to rot like […]