Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it was just a gesture
something simple;
but i hold it like a widow holds their child
something;
irreplaceable.
i wonder
what me now
would tell
a me
not ready to hear about the future.
at that time
the single grain of rice
had the weight of the world,
steamed
and afraid of loss.
i’d tell him
i think i’d tell him
you’re right
this loss,
won’t feel like another
because it was real.
modern warfare
is behind a keyboard-
twitter fingers;
have i-
i wonder
what the guy in the lemon jacket i saw at the movie theater
does on his free time.
the girl i saw in the polka dot dress eating a bagel outside of a ross
is insecure about.
have i ever
been so exposed,
bare skin riding the sun like a mechanical bull-
no.
i don’t think i’d buy the lemon jacket
if i saw it at a ross,
i’d stick out
but i’d try it on.
sometimes
just sometimes
i come out of
this deep hole
that i burried
to see the sun
in all it’s glory
go see a movie
boba
maybe a new hoodie
and shortly return
to the hole
and consider
doing that again
next week.
(maybe)
first idea
after we landed
was a cheeseburger
with grilled diced onions.
that detail was everything
yes you need a good burger
but without that singular topping;
i’d have passed on any other burger
they’d never believe
the whole story;
it’s too wild-
weak to week;
i knew i was wrong-
for the right reason
i was wrong.
the clock never hit 7pm,
for our sunset-
i remember those nights
they’d never believe
we’d wake
one day
apart
talking about a sunset
together
i use to believe
it was to avoid
losing;
to win
no matter what-
now
to only play
when losing
isn’t an option
there is a poison inside me
slithers through my fingers
fang mark lingers
slowly heavy
fist feel heavy
fist feel tightly around your throat
lips feel heavy
fang mark lingers
there is a poison inside me
slithers through our fingers
not the person; i use to be
now- when i see the ocean
i know it’s endless
–
the color blue, pops more
locks the door
drops the keys
and dances her hands
through crashing waves-
the color blue
her dress was see through
deep blue- a raft of bamboo
paddling an avenue
to you
sky blue to the north
fear of deja-vu
keeping you in my field of view
baby blue.
i don’t know if i’ll love the same
i don’t know if that’s bad
-i know we will find out
-i know that’s good
pretty sure i’ve never done anything
& today is the first day i drew breath
the night before, the night before
i gathered materials for a brisket
that brisk evening
we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk
iced tea and a cigarette
all of yesterday
in smoke
Saint's Muse 