And Nothing Is Black, Just Beautiful
I often think in colors, hear a pulpous yellow gossip my mother, smiles bloom a budding mint green. You’re grayish blue, like the sunrise; luminent fragment of the world to come, blushing aftershadow of the night. Just right.
Make A Wish If You Ever See Her
You coo a soft woo when you ask if you are beautiful like a bovine star; unreachable, distant, succulent. Sweet tremor, flickering in the night.
Pass The Anarchy, Please
More often than not I find myself staring at buildings with a bit of disgust as I drive by them in my car. Carefully constructed monstrosities that liter the world with their colossal, unnatural, suffocating presence fill my stomach with nausea. Ultimately I’ve never been much of an environmentalist and would condone destroying an entire forest if it meant having fresh #2 pencils always available...
An Ode To Bedlam, Death By Deactivated Account
He’s gone, he’s gone, Tumblr mourns in gifs and reblogs. Bedlam, dear Bedlam, all his pages lost. All his secrets all his blogs, lost lost lost. He’s gone, he’s gone, and we cannot come along. What a loss, what a loss, where has our dear Bedlam gone? Somewhere far and in the fog, with Noyade where he belongs.
I lost a book today. Not sure where but today a book was lost. Somewhere lies a dear copy of David Sedaris, in a grocery store maybe, or random street corner, Me Talk Pretty One Day. But now I won’t talk pretty too. Went to the Barnes and Noble to buy another, stared at the Me Talk Pretties sitting quietly in their cages; silent shelved kennels. They were beautiful. Soft cover, just like mine,...
What Should I Write? A Correspondence With Myself...
Write often, write more, write badly. You can even write badly more often. You should definitely write something, but don’t ever write nothing. What does it matter? Write anything. Write something about anything, or anything about something. Why does everyone think everything always has to be about something? Just write anything, even if it seems like nothing. It could end or be the start of a...
Oh, And Spiderman 3. That Was Just Awful.
I regret the odd Vietnam-style flashbacks of wild nights fueled by alcohol and laughter . I regret stealing cookies from the convenience store on my way to elementary school that hazy October morning, and sharing a piece with my soon to be best friend. Birthday parties. That cute chipper girl who worked in the coffee shop near my job, the one I never said a word to aside from “Good...