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88 · Feb 10
sunday
Fionn Feb 10
It smells like burnt toast up here  
and my stomach aches as the day settles below the horizon
I watch the time drip by,
numbers sliding between its uniform coat buttons in increasing augmentations, up and up

what has been done with today?
where has the bright sky and trees’ shadows gone
will this life be spent scratching my head,
pursing lips, counting hours
wishing nausea away
for fear of lost time?
83 · Jan 1
On going back
Fionn Jan 1
Mmmm summer’s end in St. paul warm at night, cool in the day, friends drinking and chilling and everything so still yet fun and lots to look forward to, heart very full, good food, company, no plans, only plans are good ones followed by more good, smell of grass, trips to Minneapolis, comfort of familiar campus and faces, dinner party at friends, pretending to be full fledged adults, summer camp for the OLs, going to work, crocs around campus, new bracelets, intensely vulnerable text messages, quiet summer mode campus, sleeping on someone else’s sheets, cicadas chirping, the kind of ease and simplicity you didn’t know in high school and couldn’t have known, reconnecting to eduroam, Patagonia has remodeled their store front, blue and pink stripes in the night sky, oxytocin flushing my face, hedonistic bliss, first CVS trip being back, legs itchy to run,  legs itchy to wander this flat state of lakes, wondering what it is like to own an apartment and spend a year here, maybe work for the florists or an internship or at the music store, grocery list on the fridge at the eco house,  “twees,” Grateful dead live (don’t shuffle), hot wheel car you forgot about, ten books you forgot about, winter boots in a cardboard box and chucked into a nearby shelf, what am I going to do with these **** candles? and who helped me pick them out again? don’t dream it’s over, dell soap
51 · Mar 18
writing
Fionn Mar 18
I just want to write poems
I don’t care if they’re bad
I don’t mind if they never see the light of day
I don’t care what they think,
or I don’t want to care

I want to shorten the process of
sensation to feeling to thought to inscription
to sensation, inscription
to senscription
to automatic,
flowing,
word after word trails on,

now look,
it is all there.

— The End —