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Lost in the Traffic
so many so sad faces in a was of movement a jaw stretching a large, pink gob of gum, annoyed, sad, hands white on the wheel, eyes out the window, a neck sagging under the weight of time and children's sticky fingers stretching skin down GRavity, missed opportunities, regrets; and focus, so much focusing, re-focusing, … Continue reading Lost in the Traffic
Are We There Yet?
Where are we going? This question penned so frequently So typical, easy, misty in the mind The creaking of the wooden planks Brushing cumulonimbus with eyes open Arms folded behind the head The grab of grass somehow more On the tiny hairs on Our arms, fingers Than the pull of gravity on Our imaginations And … Continue reading Are We There Yet?
Man Of Decisiveness
Used to be the boy who was searching, Searching for the folds inside my soul's fabric; letting myself crease or unwrinkle with steam pressure as it was found necessary. Now, I'm holding a quiet ball of anger close to my throat and feeling the bits of me chip out into quiet. surrounded by silence, He … Continue reading Man Of Decisiveness
Tell me I’m not for you
Tell me I'm not for you, the fleeting ideas of what we have said, memories lacking ink, no verbatim, will fade as records in the sun, as will we with the thin hands of round marked faces, fade into creases within ourselves Swallowed into our own mouths with fiber dissolved in water and pills greater … Continue reading Tell me I’m not for you
Infinite Pieces of Your Soul
“I just want to find that… thing, y’know?” “kid, you’re not going to ever find it.” “what do you mean? Why do you always lack faith in me? Why is there this secret part of you that always wants to push my desires down my throat?” “Because kid, you’re young. You’re filled with too many … Continue reading Infinite Pieces of Your Soul
Shoes
It's sad to me that objects that we are so willing to keep in our lives are seldom about the objects themselves at all. take for instance this pair of orange shoes high tops black stripes a white leather circle with a deep-set inlay of a black star something I proudly wore day in day … Continue reading Shoes
Petey
Fucking morons, all of em, think they got what it takes to take me on, no tell me they have the unions on their side, I'll blast em away invincible, that's what they call me, Fought many a man off a rooftop parking garage, left em' bloodied had the cracked knuckles but I didn't care … Continue reading Petey
Three Old Friends
I was having coffee with these two guys, bushwhacked the jungle of the city with them most days, today it was just coffee, the both of them so caught up in dreams, like me, they were like that, and like me, they were a part of each other, the three of us a part of … Continue reading Three Old Friends
Beautiful
What's strange is how you can find any person beautiful the longer you look at them, they don't even have to be in the room but if you've spent that time if your eyes have met their eyes for patterns of seconds then you can see their beauty, that God-given spark inside, something aflame that … Continue reading Beautiful
