rhythm – Jordyn Saelor

Child of Rust

child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”

Rails

Rails, Rails, Off the Rails, hear her wails–Rails, Rails, she must fail, fall to

Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase

That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,

Loose Threads

don’t think leave the party don’t think hit the car seat pass out falling off me don’t think scarlet oversheet don’t think don’t think shrink shrink shrink ready blink mouth to sink don’t think don’t think if you wanna talk about it eat up my shame first lose a game to me first don’t thinkContinue reading “Loose Threads”

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

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

Wrists in the Blissful Sea

Literal literary list:

miss the analysis kiss the lysis alyssum alyssis ask asylum assist us — Nonsense-san decrees: I can’t give you the happy ending first, it will completely confuse you,

Hallowmas

Más y Menos, los superheroes rapidos, are tired out today but you’re more tired out than they why don’t you want to play racin’ round the Christmas tree

Midnight Maracas

Separate the sons by surmission party in paradise with permission miss the mark of Mars’ mission. — don’t you wanna know how low you can go? Flow real slow, not here, or there, in limbo stuck in traffic in the limo make me some green gumbo no, I’m not sharing my shrapnel skimpy shrimp fishContinue reading “Midnight Maracas”

A group of tortoises/a creep

Don’t judge me for my presence don’t rate me on appearance– I may be a turtle in a creep of tortoises, I may be an urchin in a sea of submarines, but the murder of crows can’t catch this quick black raven and the chameleon’s camp can’t make me camouflage and the clowder of catsContinue reading “A group of tortoises/a creep”