I’ll Leave it on the Forum

“A foregone conclusion, penned in cobwebs.

There is one solitary space for this decomposing love to inhabit.”

Tiny Fruit:

“We could see the world for empty pressure,

Or imagine the kaleidoscope particle shower we bathe ourselves in, every moment.”

“Give me cigarette burns.

Garments with old songs in their memory,

Sweat through from mosh pits

And blurry nights swinging hips in a hazy club,

I want to raise a collection of stories in textile color.”

The journey of rediscovery is a lightless corridor with tracks

Still fresh from the time before.

The scent still rings in the air, from the bird of paradise

You’re trying to re-acquaint yourself with.

The Fitzgerald of three years ago still feels so close,

But somehow everything found it’s way back to me then.

“How can I build this all up if my surroundings fill me with feelings like additional luggage to unpack?

In a nibble’s fraction of my inability to comprehend the universe around me,

I fail to comprehend the totality of life on Earth- in America, Massachusetts, Amherst or No Bro.

So I thank the air that chooses to bend”

“The reflection in the mirror after 4 years at UMass will not encase me in who I’ll be for the rest of my life.

All we can do is move forward.

What a beautiful gift of a ‘can’ that is.”

I’m stretching my 110 percent With broken parts and missing pieces. But it’s okay, I play on repeat. The lazy … More

“The free caffeine I nabbed to speed me

I grabbed from Peets so freely,

It pleased me, breezing from knee deep to key’s sheen.

And it all unlocks.”

“I saw dreams unfurl to me in consciousness,

Billowing sheets of celluloid texture oscillating off-center from my vision,

In deep pomegranate magentas.”