I’ll never wake up next to her so, I hold her in my dreams. I dare not speak my heart, left my thoughts in sleep. we sit upon a park bench

Uniform yellow lines you stretch out to the curb. The lines that stretch in blue are already reserved. Long white lines stretching down t…

strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling

from the barber chair mirror he watches the fear in their eyes a forty lb coo-coo clock hangs on… covered in a dozen years of dust the dust isn’t important at all

perched upon the table made of oak and maple stones carved of cedar and sycamor… is grandpa’s checkerboard when mom and dad play rummy

soldiers take the field foam swords and shields Costume City troops dressed in batman suits they paused for lunch at noon

back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight

we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun

lava oozes down the peak the sweat and heat, my body quiver… glowing golden, burning streams blazing, globbing, gobbling flames hungry molten rivers

subdermal dust spots speckled like freckles across the nose of a woman next door on her balcony

I pray every one of their children… Lord, make it so. I pray one of their sons murders them in cold blood, while the rest of their kids cover…

mechanical horses line up at the g… riders clad in straps of leather contemplating their fate Akira Koike takes up pole positio… favored to win

gliding along the wavelength riding the sonic chain stomach acid, gutteral pain banister of razor blades backbeat drum machine

breath of sky on her spine creeping, chilly blows flow down to her thighs the slightest summer wind

Djarum special. Spice of smoke. On my porch, breathing tobacco and clove. 2pm, August 13, 2023.