Apartment F204

I'm counting on the silent metal rods they hold back the unwanted one two three four five six they hold back the outside there are copies of copies of the insert and one master that can fill any a perfect fit for all somewhere in the deep oblivion of a pocket the clouds and the … Continue reading Apartment F204

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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

Four Minutes and a Fist Full of Water

I used to count the seconds between the time that the old dry feel hit my lips and the time that my brain felt old and familiar again cracked as an Idaho summer. I would sit on the couch with the music on Chopin maybe, I do like him, He's soothing and full of a … Continue reading Four Minutes and a Fist Full of Water

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

Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)

Twenty-three. Twenty-two. He's the age of shocking discoveries. Pushing himself to limits that set him back into loops of ecstasy and months of couch ridden recoveries. Drowning himself in lavender and tea tree oil, he meditates his brain into a submissive pulp and the world smiles back by slowly and softly responding to every fifth … Continue reading Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)

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: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are