#albino
this isn’t the best place to rest my thoughts –
but I’ve always loved chasing my dreams;
a part of me got addicted to sleeping pills
still, I might be a bird, soaring to newer heights,
but I flew too close to the sun – I almost died
tell me the story of an albino crow; if it
dies, will it go into the light, pale as it’s skin
but I don't see where I’m going; I'm just hoping
that I’m not alone – trying to seal up my heart
in place, though my eyes have seen a sea of tears;
both so black as seals
_tell me, who sees any brighter day,
when you’re so afraid of the sun?_
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the
overnight shift and never have i wanted
to wash myself in
the golden rays of that nearest star
our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable
cloak of night stretches
itself over these my newly waking hours. this night
i feel massive but
diffuse, like the ghost of a
glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous
and immense,
like a short-circuited god-machine
cannibalizing itself in a forgotten
corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the
mind needs rest. the mind needs
rest.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
An albino crow,
On a fogless winter morn!
Nature spells wrong!
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
without hands
mime
to
me
your
stitch
mouth
plans
am
i
more
than
i
am
he pulled out his gun
now he was going to abuse me
mocking me
saying
we
dont
say hello arms
?
...
..
.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
words
spit dancer
am
i
swear to me
your queendom
how come
ing
mother
lies
in
stains
her sheets
clung to
that
am
i
scent
get away from me mother
can you not see
that we have
grown
mad
what mother
we can barely
hear you
through
these
am
i
shapes
roll up your sleeve mother
hide the snot from underneath
what have you done mother
will you womb
ever escape me
answer me
mother
come child
from under your defenses
what are these but painful memories
relax my son lay on the tides
what mother
mother
mother
answer me
mother
i's
from
?
...
..
.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
An albino moth wanders into my apartment
And I wonder how's it's stayed alive so far
And if it will fly low enough
for my dog to ****** out of the sky
And end a dynasty
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
WE MAY NOT BE THE PERFECT PEOPLE
NO
****
WE'RE ALL ****** UP
BE WE WILL STAND UP FOR EACH OTHER
CAUSE WHO THE **** ELSE WILL?
WHOSE GONNA TAKE YOUR HAND, WHILE YOU SOB ON THE GROUND, AND PULL YOU UP?
FRIENDS, THATS WHO WILL
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
The Blue Rhinoceros.
So Blue Was He.
The Wind In His Hair.
The World At His Feet.
Once The Blue Rhino,
Who Wasn't Albino,
Ate A Man Named Ringo.
Who Was Writing A Bio.
The Bio He Wrote.
About His Pet Goat.
The Goat Was Quite Royal,
But Wasn't Too Loyal.
The Man Died That Day.
The Rhino Ran Away,
Because The Goat Was a Rhino,
And Not Albino.
Inimical
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
In his glass world
he seems to float
embryonic smooth and white,
not pure white but rather yellowish
watched by thousands of eyes
far from his ilk,
alligators in green, out there,
innocent, harmless
it seems as if they, in the evening
after the last visitors have left,
pull the valve out of his back
and let the air and life leave him
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC