I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
