Gobble gobble chirp
He gets closer, axe in hand
Gobble gobble gob-
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Laid down in green pastures
A summertime babe, spotless coat observed
Mealtime, come mealtime
Broth to be served
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Oh humble stop sign
Solitary red, eight-sided angel divine
How you stand guard of your paved palace
Forever faithful, a task met without callous
Oh humble stop sign, I wonder, is it not absurd?
To be armed with nothing but a four letter word?
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
Daisy’s voice
Rising and swelling
Among soggy whitewashed alleys
Cups and lemons and flowers
Twinkle-bells of sunshine
Plum blossoms
Pale gold odor
Daisy’s voice
A clear artificial note
It was the hour of profound human change
Outside the wind was loud
Daisy’s voice
Amid the welcome confusion
A faint flow of thunder along the Sound
Her throat
Full of aching
Grieving beauty
Gatsby
Of a nebulous hue
Dripping bare
The mantlepiece
In his ghostly heart
That voice held him most
With its fluctuating feverish warmth
Was a deathless song
-
But to I there wasn’t a sound
But the bird voices in the trees
Without a word or gesture
I went out of the room
Down the marble steps
Into the rain
Leaving them there together
They had forgotten me
I thought with humiliation
Gatsby didn't know me now at all
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
Place the red patty
Sizzle sizzle flip sizzle
Slide between buns, done
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:05 PM UTC
At the top of the mountain
Reins Billy Goat Ram
Who grew in two sets of horns
When he was only a lamb
By Dawn every shadow flies off in retreat
With the stomp of his hoof
And a cry of his bleat
By Dusk returns the crows
Cawing their doubts and reprimands
A mere buzz in the ears of Billy Goat Ram
For success is the only thing he understands!
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:58 PM UTC
I lift this glass of Bourbonade
A toast to every friend I've ever made
When we parted at the road, we promised to head East
Where the fun never stopped and sun never ceased
No one is here yet, they must have been delayed
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
I dangle heavy and low on my Mother’s limbs
Gravitating towards the earth below
Her arms outstretched
Ready to let me go
I hold on
Looking down to see
What is it that awaits me
Figures salivate with hands cupped
Anticipating when my lush form
Will plunge into forlorn palms
Now I await a fate unknown
In bitter silence
A stark contrast to my
Sickly sweet interior
No longer a bud
No longer a juvenile
I am whole and desirable
Ready to be picked
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
Ever since my age had begun to stack
I’ve noticed a creature behind my back
I don't ever turn around because it will retreat
Tucking its tail and retracting its teeth
Despite how it sneaks
I know it still stalks
Through empty rooms, down hollow walks
Past the woods, and in the dark
It follows close
Hums and waits
Around every bend
No matter the scape
If it is to catch me
Then it must be faster
My youth a cure for that wretched adder
With legs trekking further than it can slither
Eyes much sharper than it can figure
Forever I can run without a care
For the beast behind me could not compare
Though if I still begin to grey
My joints aching
And teeth decay
Know it was I who allowed its venom to win
For no slow creature could ever do me in
However,
If I ever looked back to see
What was always after me
Past empty rooms, and hollow walks
Through the woods, and in the dark
I would know there was never such slow beast
But a sliver
Much quicker
Then I could ever perceive
With a pointed tip and feathered end
That granted me the belief that I was ahead
Despite my claim that I could run
Away from something
That can’t to be undone
Know that despite the fear
That we’ll soon be gone
Time’s arrow still marches on
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC