Time slips idly by me, as if it were some child shushing, hushing and tip-toeing to the balcony's overlook into the living room, early on some Christmas morning the small toes forgetting the intention of the creep by the excitement of taught, reflective wrapping paper. And I sit, thinking simply about how to express my … Continue reading Waiting for the Words (time slippage)
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Cataloged
"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged
Thinking Inkly: Some Spilled Thoughts and a Quick Thank You
It's so strange to me, I've been doing a lot less writing lately and I'm definitely feeling how it's taking its toll on my general livelihood. For a long time, I thought that I would be ok with just writing every once in a while and keeping it as a casual thing but since I've … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Some Spilled Thoughts and a Quick Thank You
Apathy
It is done finished steps have been taken the signatures are signed with pens of hollow souls rolled up dollar bills and one cracked mirror two drops of blood, stretching to reach one another Adam and God sitting on a reflective Sistine Chapel fifteen minutes, sore, broken, dry, wiping away, nothing there, nothing there, nothing, … Continue reading Apathy
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
Every Cup of Coffee
You, you, you, you're Me, My, Mine, Ours We're the selfish lovers of post-pot generations planted in the earth with chemicals and multiple jobs, innately raised to hope that things will get better, knowing that nothing can fall into our laps because we're always standing opportunities are, instead, launched with deadly velocity at our crotches, … Continue reading Every Cup of Coffee
Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
Dear Reader, I've been told that it's difficult to always be reading poetry; that there is a great reward in finding a meaning in a poem, but that the meaning is often difficult to come by and can often make people feel stupid or lost [possibly insulted somehow] if they don't get it. I've been … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
Elision
Don't y'u Can't y'u s'e th'worl's gettin' s'much short'r we're takin' th' soun'righ' out outta 'vrythin' w'say already "lol" "roflmao" soon'r'r lat'r, there'll be nothin' lef' save a series o' do''-n'-dash's n'we'll st'll-b sittin'roun' arguin'- -compla'nin' "I don't-g't-U M8" "mA-B U 8[-t]n't lis'n'n r8[-A+I]" U, U nEd 2 do som'thin' plz. stan' ↑ 4 sum'thin' … Continue reading Elision
Coffee, After so Long
"How's tricks, Old Man?" "You, kid, you can eat a dick as they say. I may be hardened from alcohol but I am in no way old; age doesn't push the wrinkles into your face, it slows your body down enough on the inside to wrinkle you on the outside or it soaks you with … Continue reading Coffee, After so Long
Days of Silence
it's all lost glue and peanut butter the cat ran away with it it's been bitten mouth to mouth Heimlich Maneuver CPR Certified purple lipped finger under nose I rub my cheek feeling the hollowed out cave where it used to sit existing in a rotating desk chair pinched between two incisors all business until … Continue reading Days of Silence
