Liquor store romance
Prayers in the gallery
Behind China #5
Mysteries of curly friends and
Barmaids named Gretchen
Line cooks cold cocking their ruebens
Faking fornification
Making something into nothing
Destroying the dopamine
Riddling the relatives with fake stories
Of glorious mismatched and useless education
Trying hard to try hard
Everyday
A notebook with nothing in it
Letters turn into words that turn into paragraphs
That turn into pages that turn into chapters
That turn into Acts that turn into End
Flower petals assess the scenery
Decide to die
Connecting to robotic friendship
The only time I feel at home is when I'm asleep
Sometimes with the page
Not tonight though
Tonight I feel I have nothing to say
Nothing to give
Nothing to feel
Like nothing is new
Today all I'm good for is ingesting
Taking
Giving nothing for I have nothing
Even my voice is shallow, thin, void of empathy
Interest, love, friendship, curiosity, zeal
Whispers wane on disregarded street corners
Take me back so I can try again
I don't feel like taking a step in the right direction
What are day time naps a sign of?
A hero is a mask of the times
Though what they give is never enough
Temporary alleviation to a permanent problem
What a weight we are, us humans
It's ok to not think right now, he says
It's ok to think that I'm a girl too, she says
I say, let it be known that Jesus never rose
Never bled
Never pushed the rock away for our sins
There is a darkness here
It tastes like peppered olive oil and train station air
A taxi honks for you and you wave
Take me for granted, says the voice
Take me for a ride once and a while
It's not like we never have a good time when we do
Are you upset with me? He asks.
Are you upset with me? She asks.
The barriers are cracking and we're running out of water
A myth is a mirror to the world
Telling us there is universality in un-truths
There is only the here, the now, and the nothing,
Fleeting emotion
Like flies scattered from a corpse