A way in, way out

Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…

I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

Some life, huh?

laughing crying eating breathing sleeping reading drinking feeling dreaming driving swimming skydiving seeing trying winning losing biking hiking swiping typing smoking dancing loving hating financing writing working painting thinking moving. What the hell am I doing?              

I’m Sick

in the head in the body in the clothes. I’m sick. of the ice of the heat of the news. I’m sick. with anger with love with a cold. I’m sick. of wifi of talking of digging. I’m sick. D evastated N auseated A mputated from my cell phone hand and abusing it. Losing me…