Plug your nose, the sewage reeks
Keep your gaze lifted, it speaks--
A yellow moon with slurred speech
Begging the tide to up its reach.
It gulps down another chug
Of its wax-sealed twilight ale
And begs once more: Tide, please,
Come wash away the waste that seeps.
The moon is tired, you see,
Of all the bottles and bags.
It drinks form the stars and the sky
Watching as the ocean meets its demise.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
The folds of a satin robe
Half her face serene and gold
You wish time didn't exist here
Sinking and no will to persevere
A painter would turn to the reds
Mix the oils with their own hands
Frameless, guiltless as a mourning dove
Knowing no brush could save your drown
She glares her eyes asking you why
Soft creases, the icing that wraps the cake
But before the yum is over
The sand you swallow gives you wake
Harsh is the voice coming from her lips
You beg for the forgiveness you think you're owed
The sand is under your fingernails
It's trapped under your eyelids
As you remember those nights in the city
The ones where silky sheets
And seamless pillow cases
Kept her face half-covered, serene and gold
You plead and you ask
Wondering how the city lights
Went dark so fast
The quicksand steals your last breath
You wish time never existed at all
She slips off her satin robe, a maiden unwarned
And blinks away the static you forced onto her
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:04 PM UTC
The pepper catches my throat
Clinging onto my taste buds
Holding on for dear life
A swimmer's stretch does no good
Boat-tailed crows edge me on
Without intent, the cup is back to my lips
It burns, it burns, throat on fire
Alert fire rescue, I need the hose
Straight into my mouth
Pressure cranked up
It's almost self-infliction now
To keep taking sip after sip
But as long as the firefighters stand by
I'm free to take the risk
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
Prose with no nose
Bees with no knees
It's going around
It's quite the disease
Twilight whispers against
Old, weary, tired moons
Sitting back in their recliners
Barely able to lift their pipes
Bowls full of herb and spice
Through chapped lips
And scratchy breaths
They tell their stories
(prose with no nose)
Cyclical reprise
Cascading disease
About bees with no knees
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:54 PM UTC
This isn't poetry
This pen isn't blue
One of these boxes is true
I can't read, can you?
Is here a metaphor?
Roses to romance, onions to ogres?
This isn't poetry
It's a hostage situation
I'll give you these words
If you make the cars stop
If you make the time stop
If you make my life stop
Just everything stop.
I'll up the ransom
More impossible demands
But could you at least stop
The man staring at me?
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
Vultures ahead
Quicksand below
Before me, it's him
The man with open palms
Behind me, it's her
The girl without a mouth
It's like being in a locked coffin
Spikes covering the velvet lining
Pressing into my face, my body
Not enough to break skin
But enough to break me
I beg to be let out.
The girl hums a growl
The man cracks his knuckles
The coffin is sinking,
And the vultures are ready
The man, the girl, the vultures
Want to destroy my body
So maybe it's best
I settle in for a final rest
In this sinking coffin
Where come soon, the demons will soften
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:48 PM UTC
You never saw
The note I slipped under your pillow
You were dreaming
Of drowned faces turned yellow
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
Sheep wool, bald heads, melt my plastics
If you can't get away who are you
If you can't understand me who am I
Carpets, colorful, ****** designs
Where will you go when you step over
All the pebble stones all the wood planks
I have a tiger in my backyard
Where will I go when I sit down
There's nothing alive and nothin in life
These floors with hair, with treadings
My nail polish chips like evolutionary beheadings
Always carry, always walk, with shining gloom
Outside nobody can breath or see you
We're all blind, blind like eyeless walls
You can't destroy these floors without destroying us all.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 4:03 PM UTC
Would it be just like me
Cuts, scratches, bruises, on a tree
Worms around the trash bin and porch
It would be like me, all this to torch
Would it be just like you
Tears, frowns, quivers, as if on cue
Crows circling around the bald spot of your head
It would be like you, the heaviness of lead
Would it be just a part of my suffering
Beats, shanks, stabs, all this I'm wondering
As you stalk the perimeter of my body
It would be my suffering, all your evil to embody
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 3:54 PM UTC
A lizard on a porch chair and
An ant on my left arm.
Why do I come here when
Really, I'm out here alone.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC