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i have things to do like yesterday and a week before that too but i was only sixteen or around there then adding to the clouds with a coughing chimney that will throat her till rain roars into this light life that i swear has no free will and if there is some it’s predetermined … Continue reading
all i wanted was all of it all i ever needed was everything and all i got was to be forgotten * we consume until our innards come out to bare with us as we sift through garbage of a city coating us with ideas of greatness and sky though we only touch … Continue reading
give me a chance world to join you in giving others the same give me a chance to wonder whether i’ll manage to get old and what i’ll do when there is nothing to do but get older give me a chance to feel the mediocre conversation rolling through my kitchen that is … Continue reading
my email is slowly estranging itself from me with subscriptions to porn hub and other dead philosophers who once fed on boys that could’ve resembled gods in their failure to trust adults like me clicking through flaps of flesh that make our our ours because maybe she’ll want to try this needing after … Continue reading
i have unravelled into adulthood as a spool of knots like how i shouldn’t eat sweets before dinner though there is currently none in my smiling fridge that will one day need to be cleaned after years of neglect and drinks spilling onto the cold lifeless white if only to offer a colour or maybe … Continue reading
can there be life after childhood because in cat years i’m already dead 24 and still stuck on the early stuff thinking i may have peaked when i was eight and on a hill with girls laughing at my joke about farts later gaggling about their anuses as starfish making me grow another limb but … Continue reading
here comes the morning hunting hungry for dreams with a sky like a bruise from yesterday’s battle found still in her throat with a pulse that is a wild animal a laughing hyena clawing to get out and a voice remaining silent against the resting noise not beat but beating not gone but going to … Continue reading
even after the most beautiful moment there is still the ugliness of everyday to tackle and the night that suffocates the open wound of the sun in bloody vengeance with more wars on the horizon * slurping joy drunk at 11 alright gods my ass on the rail once more kneeling with wretchedness and myself … Continue reading
those who tell you the world doesn’t work that way are tired of their world not working and thus hope you deaf numb helpless are a solution to those untold * they healed me from open wounds but i realized then while holding onto them like a bandaid that i could not see beyond them … Continue reading
and then there he is in the middle of the sun that could’ve made for a beautiful day if he wasn’t in front of it and could’ve spread singly into a beautiful flower behind me if i weren’t there either, telling me as a gentleman would how he fucked my girlfriend in shaky, full arms … Continue reading
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