I'm a familiar stranger
abandonment father
your forgotten danger
my estranged daughter.
You buried me already
I haven't quite yet died
the hate remains steady
I never really tried.

"Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that."-Rumi

There is a
strange pull
luring you
onto this Earth

inside your
infinitesimal body
clinging like
the gravity
holding you down

you are this
ethereal being
grounding
reaffirming who
you are

the center of the
cosmos teasing
itself to come out
and play

Hey there, pretty poet
Since you're here
You feeling tyred?
Need a break?
Welp, buckle up!
Cause' we're gonna roll!
(Hope you don’t brake into fits putt-putt-putt!)
Whether it's on the long run,
or just a minor tummy ache,
we got your rear!

Cough, cough
Now, let's change views
Or we might just get wheelie out of tow-pick!

Aah, the evening sky!
Earthereal as ever!
I’m falling for its beauty!
Why don't you log a jog!
Don't worry, we'll be rooting for you!
(Just don't fern-get the packet of dove-ritos I asked for)

Whew! Talk about a cherry over the top!
I think you’ve got some abs baking in your oven, hot-***!
Bet you're hungry!
Don't beat around the bush,
Just cut to the cheese!
I’m an eggs-pert cook, y’know!

Holy guacomoli! Don’t stare at me with those plumpy-eyes!
Just listen to my porks for now,
It’ll crack you up.


Okay, that was fan-tabulous!
The food? Mwah! Tele-iciois!
Words can't desk-cribe my love for it~

Anyways, I think it’s about
Time we wrap it up!
Take a seat, ***,
And list-en to what I say,
Before you bunk down

You are loved
You are chaired
Sometimes, it might be hard
to comp-rehend things,
But that's okay,
It'll work out!
Don't forget,
From clearing up the mess
To express-ing your thoughts,
We've got you covered!
Because
In this world of atomic stars,
You matter!
And in our hearts,
Of a bonfire of love
You are always home.

.[Voice like broken glass in a silk sock].

In the beginning, there was grit and stubble,
And morning’s mirror, cracked in gospel light.
He shaved with steel, not for the look—
But ‘cause the world don’t treat the soft ones right.

He wears a scent distilled from job rejections,
And legal threats scrawled red on unpaid bills.
Top notes: divorce. Mid notes: eviction.
Base note? Charcoal. Regret. And sleeping pills.

Hard-Life™—a fragrance forged in fights you lost,
In bar tabs paid with teeth and bleeding pride.
It lingers long, like silence after news,
Or knowing you were right—when no one died.

No citrus here. No dreams of Tuscan beaches.
No musk of gods, or mountain air, or snow.
Just smoke and bootblack, diesel, final warnings—
The scent of men too stubborn not to show.

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