There is time in the eyes Hazing what is seen As an aspect of glass Filters every place Each reel of scene Is a reflection on Past misery and blemishes And fogs the lens Each scratch a virus Where tendrils and webs Are dregs and their threads Reach for the iris This infection’s intentions AreContinue reading “Scratched Spectacles”
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Bring a Brand – Journal 7/17/17
I’m listening to “Thursday in the Danger Room” by Run the Jewels, this Monday morning. A lot of words are resonating with recent events and I’m finally having time to figure out what I’m thinking these days. Maybe this housesitting thing this weekend isn’t so bad after all. Just jarring. True to form, I wasContinue reading “Bring a Brand – Journal 7/17/17”
5/20
Apartment living Music ripping Chilling Riding my Schwinn To sophomore year Glacier cherry Gatorade Back in my backpack Next to lighthearted Bags of summertide Turning sixteen in Washington heat Never knew I was new Had to choose to Do something with it With this First relationships And apartment My limit Downtown Puyallup I had noContinue reading “5/20”
One Self
One Self Leaving then Following some footsteps To the next Ending Finding oneself Knowing the ticking That makes one Tock Beginning anew Understanding all fibers That make one Many Finding another One who understood And catalyzed our Brood Breaking apart From a release We thought wouldn’t Happen Beginning again By letting go Of every singleContinue reading “One Self”
XOXO
XOXO Ex’s and oh’s Lost love throes Memory sickness And nostalgic woes If I could go back and tell you It would all be over soon You might not believe me Ever at all So this is my tragedy Mind stuck in that fantasy Where your thoughts were peaches and cream But what lies belowContinue reading “XOXO”
Nostalgia Clinic
Nostalgia Clinic I run a clinic With one of my best friends But the thing is No one else seems to see him Maybe it’s the thing That’s burning in tin plates Spread about the clinic That foil their perception Perhaps it enhances mine So that I can see ghosts Then this must mean MyContinue reading “Nostalgia Clinic”
Nostalgianarian
Nostalgianarian His muscles stopped feeling long ago Dull pain is what remains As his skeletal frame Moves his lifeless legs Properly dressed For an improper event A slender suit Outlining his bones On a penny-farther he rode From his coveted abode Down streets paved with cobble His hands jar and wobble And as he passedContinue reading “Nostalgianarian”
Consume Reality! 