#orangejuice
Every self defeating metaphor anyone has ever birthed
A mug of orange juice in a giant’s hand
Three tablespoons of soil that you will misidentify as dirt
A motif specific to the reader
The sound of a tree falling alone in a forest
A manual titled Insects in the Garden of Today: Pests & Benefactors
Three redwood seeds in a row without pause
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Breakfast for two is true
communion.
Twin mugs full plates
the disshelved kitchen
My one yolk eyes me;
its sunny stare brightens
the awkward lack
of intimacy.
Sipping orange juice in lieu
of the morning after,
the passing closeness
a treasure all its own.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
You didn't see me, yesterday
at the mall, outside
American Eagle, perched
over my phone, praying to God
that tomorrow's flame-filled tornados
and neon Nuclear nightmares didn't strike
like lotto tickets after 20 years salary wasted
after 20 years wasted in front of the bottom of cups
and the ends of wet joints -
No, something about today's different -
it's always darkest before the dawn
and it's always coldest before the crack,
sometimes I feel like letting go of you
and never looking back - I know
You must've figured the same
maybe I'm too wracked with disdain -
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC