"italicized idleness illuminated by the tic toc of time; fueled fluorescent in the blue confusion of flickering bulbs & clinical corridors of filler conversation."
Trying to breathe, TRYING TO BREATHE into the woods. An old woman in a furry hat & I, laughing together still somewhat lifelike. Ever too proud to play boomerang or go fetch for change FOR CHANGE we live out of bags. Exactly where we're meant to be & 'how you say?' ...all that jazz." --shoo.shu #doubleentendres #poetry #spilledink #inthenow #inthemoment #underdog #homeless #boho #bohemian #wanderlust #gypsy #nomad
"chasing down ******-babble with distilled shots of art after detonation, was not unlike unlike being spellbound by a lover's jawline, unhinged." ||shoo.shu ||
This poem is about the wasted days my boyfriend and I spent anihilated in mayhem.
"preyed upon by a decipherable stranger, mapped in déjà vu. a prophetic bang of sublime yesterday's & objects in mirror are closer than they appear.“ || shoo.shu ||
'It goes on' wrote Frost... to understand suffering soberly. To breathe beauty in an abhorrance of decay. To sigh bliss on realities own terms. This is to know. --shoo.shu
"tingaling captivated for forsakens sake. tenderness felt two souls memorized in a haze deadly utopia a gentle demeanor of 'just stay' mouthed by a particular ghost. insignia... the secret."
“we were soul wolves stealing nights & apprehending other-worldly shadows beneath the safety curtain of a silent moon; never meant to see the light of day.” || shoo.shu ||
"photographs of high fever. unlocked films of diamond-set insignificance this negative of existence, spitting static in sweat soaked dark rooms." || shoo.shu ||
“A DESCIPLE OF THE MIDNIGHT SKY. SLOWLY BURNING OUT, LIKE A DYING STAR INTO THE HIT AND RUN OF CHEMICAL CREATIONS. UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINS IS A CAUTIONARY TALE, TIMELESSLY DRIFTING IN THE CHALK OUTLINE OF THE MILKY WAY.”
“the unraveling of his highlight reel was the fragrance of flying backwards; a place where poetry wrote itself into the fragments of his skull.” || shoo.shu ||
"ineffable tension; homesick in someone else's prison. stranger than 'finnegan's wake.' in the beggaring hours, time is all that persists. the pages speed-turn possessed by the prelude of open space." -shoo.shu