Bad air hangs over Olympia. Be it from the lake, the waterfront, the alleys, uptown, or on the hill where law claims capitol. There lives a wraith somewhere. It manifests to infect newbloods with its promise of risk, how it renders silent the cacophonous mist that is each participant in the mysticism and illusion ofContinue reading “Miasma”
Category Archives: March Era (IV)
“Hey gravity, fuck you.”
Unearthing Crow skulls From Near dark depths Of Synchonous Frequencies emanating Through the waves Of waterfalls Where the cold Of liquid crawling Down the cliffside Terminates in Navy blue and bright white
I’ve been Flipping through My notebook Hoping that I’ll come across Cute notes you’ve Left behind for Me but blank pages Are all I Come across So forlorn So hopelessly
My Lungs are Weak
Sputtering, coughing, Just let go already Don’t let me keep Seeming dramatic
Jaw locked Pops Can hear the Silt on the bone Grinding with Each movement
I shut the door on your foot When you left it open Honestly, I hope I broke a toe or two While I was at it I was never sorry But I know you will be As you limp into obscurity And don’t try to reach back Under the door’s narrow crack Because I’ll justContinue reading “Closure”
Pine needles Lying dead on the ground Aren’t forlorn For the loss of themselves Are the buds next spring Harboring the same souls As those decaying into Dry spears down below? Is this why They do not fear the fall?
My bedroom Has clothes Scattered all around Empty glasses of Old water ornament My end table My pillow’s full Of dried tears and Ugly expressions Somewhere, buried, there’s Two bags of junk food Crumpled up and discarded And when I wake up Every morning I choke Back bile Not just for my own sake ForContinue reading “Wasting Away”
I miss those Stupid, awful Dull-flavored Triangles of Spicy Chicken served On two slabs of Quarter-inch thick White bread.