fireflies and cigarette embers unable to tell them apart as they float in the dark of summer reveries i can close my eyes and feel them land on my forearms one tickles one sizzles and i could not say which one is which it has become an issue this inability to separate stimuli rewired to […]
i write about the things that don’t exist, the things i wish existed, the thoughts i never share of love and she and gods and dreams and life to be lived and words meant to be given but they are not love poems they are missives sent to the vacant sky above in hopes when […]
the bird sat on the balcony railing staring into the dimly lit room it’s attention focused on something soon a second bird arrived a third ten twenty the entire balcony lined with feathered forms no noises no movement just staring through the glass and then en masse they flew away no noise except the flapping […]
maybe english isn’t really my native tongue i speaks bits of other languages, a mutt of linguistical gymnastics, not enough to be fluent but just the right amount to offend perhaps i haven’t found my true language in the ocean of words that lazily laps the beaches of my mind what if the doctors implanted […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 