softly in my ear
come to cherry blossom tree.
when the wind breathes near


Shell ✨🐚

last two cigarettes,
a lot more beer,
I didn't buy more of the former
because the corner store
is too ******* high;
I'm at a bodega and I remember everything.

half right.
half-life,
half light;
I laugh in reverse sometimes.

you said,
"we're just carbon, man".
carbon smiled at that.

carbon says we are just dust motes
dancing in saturday sun rays shining
through ugly beige blinds.

carbon belly laughs.
carbon hasn't done that
in a very long time.

carbon has been here
a very long time.
carbon smiled at that too.

disrobing disbelief
as if it were a lover
just as drunk as I am
got me nothing
but more disbelief.

so now I sleep alone,
clothed,
with fantasy.

"tell me a story,
any story,
about anything",
I whisper
to tobacco stained wallpaper
my vulnerability
breeds like
rats behind.

doubt is a cage.

dont you refrain
from anything
in this whole world
if nobody gets hurt
when you do it.
or if youre the only one
that can get hurt;
do it.

or don't and say you
did it anyway.

either way,
they'll doubt you even did it.

doubt is a cage.

days have too many teeth;
the night is a blood orange.

so squeeze it.

squeeze it until its worthy of a cup
in the morning
next to your eggs and hot sauce.

read it back.

came out of nowhere
saying "good night" and "good morning"
in the same cough.

my "now" didn't know scared
until the good fight couldn't hoard bliss
anymore;
it's days lost to years and then some.

its been fun.
I'm a liar.
you know this.
still,
its been fun.