a full stomach
a roof and a bed
what else is left
dope
i mean
dopamine
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
something bothers me about old commercials
you can tell the young actors didn't have to work as hard to fake their smiles
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
she went on about auras and thanked me for wearing a hat.
i never though much of crystals.
or the position of the moon.
maybe we just prefer the quiet.
all water looks shallow in the dark.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
when my mom told me to keep the coins in the fountain,
that they are someone else's wishes about to come true,
all i could think about was gumballs.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
your papa's got a a camcorder and wants to save some memories but nothing's going on.
the neighbors took the good cartoons from blockbuster so you grab a stick instead.
under this infinite sky you recite the lies from the next grade up. at least jenny speaks to jesus but you still don't like to be alone with the burden of her damage.
a squirrel just tried to talk to you and you pretend to understand. will the day ever come when you finally get what everyone pretends to know?
this is that moment you second guess the hole you'd dig to china.
and now your neck itches.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
if i'm my own ashes must we accept that we've failed? or at least served our purpose?
now we return to the earth to help others grow
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
an old jukebox rest in the center of the frame
the setting: a dive bar some time in the recent past.
wood panels, shades of browns and greens backlit with the ambiance of neon lights.
a forgettable song plays faintly in the backround.
camera pans left and focuses on a bathroom door.
it swings open and hangs slightly slanted.
[enter hero]
hero: "i've never learned a lesson in my entire life"
hero lights cigarette. music stops and the audience falls back to sleep.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
this time last year
it was unusually warm
i watched the rain make trails down the front window at the bar
it's been a long time since i could sit with that kind of quiet
strangers close by minding their own lives as if we weren't all connected
and we were all making plans
or daydreaming of escape
doing something with our hands to keep our minds busy
there's some kinds of sadness that are nice to share. like a hooded sweatshirt walk through the warm rain
as we look in the eyes of a long winter not yet arrived
i'll pause and remember to take a breath while i can
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
if i managed to learn a separate language,
where the words sound the same as english but all have different meanings
and somehow
no one i've spoken to has been able to tell the difference
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
you'll never make it out of the bottom of this well if you beat yourself down when you try to stand up.
you'll never make it out of the bottom of this well if you beat yourself down when you slip climbing up.
let yourself fall soft.
let the pain sink in and try again.
there might be someone up there who could use your help.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC