Poetry · Writing

bottom of the barrel

the bottom wasn’t the bottom

it never existed

it was just home,

the golden fish would tell stories

of a land bathed in light

kissed by soft air-

we huddled around her stories

of fulfilment and life,

we prayed to poseidon

to bring us;

bring us to the land of the free,

where goldy stayed-

away from the bottom.

the next day she was gone,

the we shuffled to an i

in silence.

Poetry · Writing

space travel

you decided

this earth wasn’t good enough

so you aimed for the sky

scoped rifle takin’ pop shots

rain fire on our home

bombarded hail

sent a post card from mars

replied with a mars bar

an empty picture frames

a half written song

microwave pizza & today’s paper

garfield is still undefeated

you use to read this

back on earth

i don’t know if you remember

but it’s monday down here

what day is it there

do you have enough clothes

what’s the weather like

do you miss cartoons on saturday morning,

like we’re kids;

whatever planet you’re on tomorrow

know earth is watching