The growl of metal against brick Drills the city into my consciousness, Sews light into my hair, Decorates my wrist with sawdust, Awakened and alive by the backdrop of voices Melting through the construction And into my skin, Where dust particles And traffic Realign with the music in my blood, Atoms of a soundtrack so […]
Read more...Grains of desert cling to my toes As if obedient to my plea that my feet shall never leave this earth. I see warmth. Negligent to the rays lubricating the nape of my neck With my own perspiration, And the breath of the sea with its foam. In the worn books on nomadic bookshelves; In […]
Read more...Suspended in an altitude beyond comprehension Space from four sides compresses to our heads As if too lonesome miles above our homes To survive without human contact. Greedy intentions from a pitiful source, It consumes the sound from our lips But regurgitates the rumbles of the jet, A justifiable reminder of the thousands of inches […]
Read more...Time and I shook hands in accordance of priority, And yet it slipped As clay molded into the other. Though priority seems irrelevant As sketch finds friend in word And paint aligns with ballpoint, (Strange intermingling with the air between skin) Innovation sculpted in the throat And hung in rows of blank sheets under the […]
Read more...Keep count; How many bricks must creak loose from this temple Before these hands begin a massacre And beat it to dust? The threat of this indiscriminate slaughter, The battle cry rumbling from the base of my palm, The anticipation for chaos to revoke chaos Has infected my thoughts, as though parasitic to potential positivity, […]
Read more...Is obscurity not a label? If anything, is it not a label of the unlabeled, of the uncategorized or inexplicable?
Read more...My imagination streaks a picture of a presence in a fashion as idealistic as luminescent light illuminating this coffee shop. I chain myself to the acknowledgement that idealism is only oils coated behind biased perception, playing behind eyes that saw too much anyway. I’d see intermingling branches when I’d peer above myself, not in the […]
Read more...I have marked four pages Since the blank loose-leaf manufactured last September, And yet all I could want is to write you away.
Read more...The music did nothing to pacify my shaking hands. The coffee did not sooth the palpitations of my heart. The metallic taste of anxiety, Tentative recognition of an inevitable outcome, Interminability pooled near the walls of my mouth And dried lips. And yet these symptoms of dismembering woe Always laid prevalent, dormant, Only resurrected When […]
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