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

Flutter of conure wings a young girl sings leaning on the railing of her apartment balcony home from her date

Sycophant milquetoast running from your brown nose Everyone superior looked down on in the mirror Apologetic worm

Lawn clippings left in my mouth Finest cheese weed Couldn’t produce a lick of saliva buzzing from the sativa August 12, 2023

golden angel hair strands upon the earth needles of the bull pine scattered on the grass and dirt trap fallen raindrops

charred scents linger within the astronaut’s mind suits, boots, glove fingers leave scent memories behind reek of burnt toast and sulfur

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

Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.

a porch light leads me home glowing bright like a lighthouse beam warning of the rocky shoals the farmland sky at night

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

a chandelier of rainbows tattooed below her eyebrow blush and bruised, Captain Luna inspected the sloppy crew dressed in their business suits

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

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

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

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