#latency
These latencies
Of mine and yours,
At an mph speed,
Can only drag so much.
Up-and-coming causes
Of committees without agencies
Of time and power,
It unfolds precariously.
It struck me that
There's no best way
To micromanage or multitask,
I cannot prioritize a world,
The common ground beneath a porcelain vase.
So, I'm here to reason
In the hapless flow and fluid blast.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC
a shill
dusk sky
lively by
night ere
the dawn
and fraught
a wisp
but mellow
here his
bulge really
bare him
angular stork
with frost
will quickly
freeze his
whir again
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
Every single time we go to your car to light up a cap or a bowl
that never leaves us with nothing, we can feel something, even if it’s just the stinging in our fingertips as we draw ships and cats
on the windows, convinced we could make masterpieces
if we really wanted to. When we finally gather enough ambition to move inside, I sit on a couch somewhere and think about how my life
has led to a moment like this and I question every insecurity, every decision, and every conviction, but I just can’t get over how nice
it would be to taste cake or cream cheese bagels right now
and eventually we end up watching the same shows with the same people who make the same mistakes every single episode and it really does remind me of that video you showed
me with the disturbing sitcom theme song that never ended,
and that’s what this night is all about.
Disregard my silent replies, I’m listening,
I just keep staring in the mirror and wondering if lacquered eyes
and lazy expressions are what you think looks good
on me because whenever you look at me, I try to focus on your face before you kiss over my ribs and I take my socks off
because there’s safety in socks and maybe that’s why we feel
such a devastation when they can’t be found. I’ve lost mine in your
room and I think maybe that stands for something, but here’s the thing:
I just don’t understand why everything you do makes me so nervous.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
I have no...
(self-boundaries)
...means of changing.
It's not my fault, I...
(place blame)
...didn't mean to lie.
Why should I try, I will...
(believe in nothing)
...eventually die.
All the underground people...
(your ancestors and mine)
...Do they remember
Being alive?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
These hot Summer days
I wake up condescending
the ticking clocks.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC