littered enterprise dangerous dump highway twelve bishops take your queen
Tag: Depression
fading
loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen
taking instead of leaving
blaming me for it all seeking instead of hiding and i'll be long after i pass
leap leap
jump jump let the past be past jump jump the slam behind is the closet for the nines fines build lines fluid jump jump the rope jump jump the broom jump higher higher flyer on a billboard off the closest exit in the old closet jump jump the old days
or crash
the falling isn't the worst part it's the moment right before you land; it's here in a blink while the other eye is idle
v1 passion v2
dream chasing; not to be confused by having- the purity of the air is the difference between the chase, the stamp of this art, the corner carved on this medium to last, to make a tiny smile - last. the closer to the earth the field is littered with bodies looking for a scrap of… Continue reading v1 passion v2
traffic
you let them all go into a vast opening into a world yet explored blue as the river once was garbage seeped into my lap through a tunnel built by you grease still dripping from your neck without a flag a path traffic here is awful
paddle boat
worry rocked the boat sent lifeless butterfly stroke to the bottom of the creak; sleep sleep sleep little baby rockaway trot away fuck away little far away down the stream lifeless cocoon and an oar.
mamba out
i remember the first couple games you were just an ordinary man ball in the hoop day in night out than you turned into a legend eight to twenty four an all star was born five rings later a legend four kids later a man crash later a god. i can trace my love of… Continue reading mamba out
1-800-555-2457
the static channel is louder today, the musty recliner sinks deeper, a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen, the channel changes the static turns to picture of a woman selling pans her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth just under was the number 18005552457 stainless steel… Continue reading 1-800-555-2457
Saint's Muse 