#summerdays
Old rope creaks,
golden air hums,
tyre circles wide.
Sun warms hands,
dog waits close,
guardian at his side.
Dust storms rise,
tail thumps joy,
summer cannot hide.
He swoops low,
teasing his friend,
laughter bright as coins.
Dog barks back,
mock outrage shown,
bounding as he joins.
Grass wave’s part,
soft summer breath,
the moment gently enjoins.
Higher he drifts,
mind roaming far,
childhood’s endless sky.
Barns whisper tales,
promises drifting high,
dreams that never die.
Dog watches still,
world small, complete—
boy, rope, tyre.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC
Bubbling in summer’s bouillon
my vegetal notes abound
leaf and fruit under glass
swell quick but threaten
as a base for my tin *** stews
it’ll do in a pinch
but I already yearn
for the inching roots and tubers
colder autumn brings
when sweats are chosen
and frost rimes
glamourise my grin
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈
𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒
𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈
𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
As Thursday dawns and traffic thrums,
the pulse of life is rising.
The temperature is mild for now,
but highs I am despising.
I'll enjoy the ride and abide
within my domain bettin',
That if you're out by noon today,
you really will be sweatin'.
So I'll drink my fluids and try
to keep myself away from trouble,
'Cause when the sun is high today,
the tar will start to bubble.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC