Pure animal soul: staphylococcusaurus, Tall and infectious.
July’s firefly sky left your breath to rattle leaves and imprint the wind. *** Check out my buymeapizza page, I inconsistently add poems over there but recently posted a new one.
Another night of feeling sad, another poem for a balm– like showering each day, I run these words as soap over the sorrow of my soul and the clean scent makes it all better for a little while. *** I’ve been listening to Kate Bush a lot recently, and this song has perfect winter vibes.Continue reading “Another For a Balm”
take a part of my heart in the dark. mark my art with your dart of poison
(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”
Light beckons the moth: “follow me, I’ve what you need.” Say flames, or moon man?
A light burns in you. Dim, bright, it keeps company with you in the dark.
Barbed wire, picket, chain link– I can’t pick a side. But quite frankly, either option looks worse than my precarious perch.
Captain’s log, day four: attempts to sleep went poorly. Stupid sea sickness.