There’s a storm in the fire, here, or is it just a cloud that cannot quench the desert’s thirst?
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Night Drive
I’ve got phrases for days like the school kids say I’ve got clouds of prey hunting birds of gray and a mighty mouse who can’t come and play since she’s busy lifting cheese for the snowy goats to eat, but Billie’s gone silly in the toboggan head and it’s dark outside so ghosts ride schoolContinue reading “Night Drive”
Tale of Underwater Ghost
Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh
The Sanity Planity
Laugh the awful off, give a good teehee or a bwahaha–all the flaws, brush them off like cinder sloughing from the good ol’ apple tree
Spirit Underwater
There’s a spirit underwater, and a fire in the wind, if we’re drowning under tide call I am landfall to your skin. There’s a lost boy In your halo hoping you’ll remember him, if we’re weeping I’m the downpour of your whim — There’s a flame in the river here, there’s bold witches in theContinue reading “Spirit Underwater”
Try a night, trilobite
here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils
The Aliens Are Unionizing
Baskets woven by alien women are still just baskets and eons went with no one asking for equal pay across the planets, “How dare they,” Matila mutters one day, “pay us less for our work?” So Matila forms the galactic guild of weavers, every Sunday they meet to discuss payment in yen but no oneContinue reading “The Aliens Are Unionizing”
Don’t Be
don’t be perfect like a crisp little cookie; cuz if one crumb cracks off, leaving you 99% and no mercy, Your Perfectness knows there’s an infinite supply of numbers
Flying Solo
Flying solo up where the burn’s low I’m invisible, searing soaring stardust hidden by the clouds, Imma shroud o’er the light of this soul
Raw under the Water
It’s brutal out there–take a clue for the kooky kids, a guide for the wild life, open up a minds to a mysteries sky; do you feel the eyes of how they perceive you molding your skin to the mask of your hide,