Sitting still in the quiet of the snoring deep back ex-study,purpled sky double down and pockedSnow packed and drifty as dreams on the tongueSqueachy rubbersoled double-knot weatherproof winterboots ooze their trekked tale slowly into the carpets ear;looking for, no, sifting through the... stop.rummaging around between folds of grey matter, electricity, somewhere between there seems to be … Continue reading Self Portrait 1
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One foot
One foot dissipated spread between the fingers like jelly and sweet powdered peanuts whipped in oil Thrown like a wishful penny into a shallow puddle layered slowly beneath the oily asphalt some summer monsoon one foot and three thousand miles such an arbitrary distance memories fade in and out like a fever the taut duvet … Continue reading One foot
The Alien with the Orange Teapot
It's funny, I'm sitting in some coffee shop in Santa Fe, drinking a house brewed kombucha, scolding myself for the hipster tendencies that crawl beneath my skin like so many sub-dermal potato bugs, or an old cough that won't go away, the remnant descendants of this season's Rhinovirus clinging to the edges of my esophagus, … Continue reading The Alien with the Orange Teapot
