10/20

needly spires,

goons, bogs, and bleak mires,

tall grasses swallow the tall tale telling liars.

monochrome skys,

one miscreant walks with a star in his eyes,

his back turned to the cries,

of his past laments. 

10/15

I'm sitting on the concrete,
Dressed a cat,
Contemplating which drugs to take.
I don't know where I want to be,
But I know I don't want to be here.

Mi siedo sul calcestruzzo,
Sono vestito come un gatto,
Sto pensando quelli medicini a prendere.
Non so dove voglio stare,
Ma so, non voglio stare ecco.

10/6

I've been carved out, little by little, with a spoon once so shiny,
My guts put onto a wax paper covered baking sheet like pumpkin seeds for the roasting,
You can see right through the holes they cut for eyes,
A tiny lit red tea light candle is all that was replaced inside,
And now the wick is getting nearer it's grand finale,


Scoop out what's left behind and keep it as an essential oil,
Bottle me up and save me 'til the end of time.

10/5

Fledgling factorial interactions begin to feel compounded like interested financials,
Flippancy fired, to my chagrin,
Is it all that flagrant or am I just too dialed in?

10/4

Is it a nice day out?
I can't tell, but the cardinal beckons so.
There is a 3800 V6 intuition vector in an unknown space.
The mardi gras beads hanging on the rearview mirror oscillate without direct stimulation,
Not unlike the threads of my memory.

incongruent

running parallel universes rarely intersect
barely bridging gaps between desire and depression

i'd be dragging my feet if i wasn't floating
i'd be sinking into the deep if i wasn't so good at skating on thin ice