Fast Blinker

“I’m a fast blinker.
Likely not the fastest you’ll ever see.
But my eyelids have done their time
of shutting darkness out.”

Snowshoes and Inkwells

“I know a few things- that I never liked the winter,

It was always something to survive.

And words stained with chagrin and tonic,

I’d have thought those snowshoes foolish to buy.”

As we slide across Thursday’s chilly exterior Our temples burrow under Peacoat bundles. Bohemian sunsets told in true colors Fold … More

“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.”

It hangs sanguine on their necks like a clay verandah.

Their red splotches have a squeak for a namesake,

A remarkably insignificant rite of passage.

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.

I wanted a big funeral.

I wanted to be remembered by thousands.

I wanted a full plate of many talents.

I have done well to make that so,

Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean

With the depth of a river creek.

It’s not what I bargained two decades for.

I close the door to the four floors where my tutorial.

From here on in, Imperial Decline used to take place there.

The stone and starry Monday night was riddled with penultimate milestones.

“But at the end of the day “sexy” is just a four letter word we shouldn’t give a fuck about.”

We know it, we don’t want to take our time with things.

Slow walkers are a baseball team, the NYC Pariahs

Take them to ball four every and you just sat through an inning on slow-mo.

It’s infuriating.