The scorching disc in the sky
and the labyrinthian bark
set the forest in a mood for a reading—or a ******
As I was reading The Metamorphosis,
I noticed a beetle
rolling this submissive ball of dung.
I thought: see, this creature is like me.
I imagined it going to work.
Maybe he has to deliver a ridiculous number of *****
and at the end of the day
he comes back home, exhausted,
and finds Miss Beetle in bed
with another beetle.
Meanwhile,
the beetle, devoutly sculpting a ball,
rolls it toward an unknown destination.
Maybe this is a Sisyphean task—
endlessly pushing this boulder, triple its size,
making value out of dung.
The beetle paused,
climbed on top of the ball, and said:
“Maybe—none of your business, Samsa.”
It speaks!
Did it just call me Samsa?!
And I kid you not,
as it climbed down, and futile as it seems—
rolling that massive ball of dung—
The beetle smiled.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
Birds perching on the clothes line.
T-shirts in a hanging,
Their arms flailing,
In a rollercoaster of the wind.
A bird sat on a shirt,
Then flew with his bird-bo,
Leaving a stain of *** or poo, or something,
Where my heart used to be.
The cell tower nearby
Had a stork nest above it.
On every sun bleeding at the set,
The stork return home for his family.
The pigeons applauded the man on the roof,
As if he was in a play, reading a play.
Basil planted on an unused plastic bath bowl,
Waiting each day, for the stork to return.
Pins perching on the clothes line.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC
I see you everywhere but forgot to ask your name
Are you in your room so alone, wondering my own?
If someone tries to eat you up, don't give 'em a bite;
It's much better to give up, and at least stay whole.
Spinning backwards through moments of your life,
No one knows what you've seen, knows what you've been.
Why couldn't you turn away, looking backwards at me?
I could've taught you to believe in me, believe in me,
Just one time we could've been, we could've been,
One more chance encounter to see what we'd seen.
You're high above, I wish I might, have the wish...
Most sacred in the sky, I feel your far away warmth.
I see palest blue eyes set still inside of snow,
I wish you could tell me, but I oughta know,
Yeah, I oughta know, because I should've asked;
I shoulda joined you somehow down below.
I hear myself call out your name that I still don't know,
Somewhere down below, somewhere down below,
I'd have probably just used you in some way any way,
But I'd have shown you the very best I have to give.
You're high above, I wish I might, have the wish...
Most sacred in the sky, I feel our far away warmth.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
I close my eyes
And I am taken back
Over the past four years
To so much love and
So much loss, and wonder
If the two balance out...
I close my eyes
And I see a billion colours,
Ones that do not exist in reality
And I wonder if anyone else
Has seen some of these, too,
When they close their eyes
And miss so many others
I close my eyes
And I see more then
Just colours, or rather,
I see all of you that
I no longer can talk to
Waving and dancing
In this sea of colours
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC