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When You Are No Longer Young
I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of
sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green
marsh I call (uselessly)
home.
My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices
saying
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3 : 0 0 A M
solar-soft night because i stayed up whispering non-existent melodies to the dreaming clouds,
pierced the veil of daybreak with needle-sharp notes-
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We, the Starry-Eyed Escapists
The tips of our earbuds
Like closed-up flowers, echoing the melodies of drawn-out words
Connect, bone spurs on a spinal cord,
Pure and pearl-white in the midnight
Underneath the sun-bright lone street lamp on 4th Avenue
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a mirror to your face, a prickle to your nape
We all hold hands with murderous intent
tra
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ng
the line between good and evil
like
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When it's Nightfall
My heart is being overtaken on the wrong lane-
I stand like a deer in the acid-yellow headlights, wondering if I'll die on this
Street of run-over roadkill. I can't stop for wishing that-
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We're Still Kids
I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers
All the way to your reaching palms.
We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,
But who realizes that anymore?