The television screen, the wonderful fog of truth reaching out with its robotic arms speaks bliss and I follow its command with precision and glee. The robotic arm shifts back and forth from my face, making a full screech with each degree of turn. Its metallic joint jerks awkwardly. A red neon bar lines the … Continue reading The Robotic Head Told Me
There is something acidic in the air and I don’t like it. Slight burns wallowing and rippling. The small follicles in my nose sizzle into powdery dust and I can feel my skin wanting to crack. Sand feeds through my fingertips and charcoal-like dust has dribbled onto my upper lip from nowhere. Strange, wild … Continue reading WASTELAND.
Amber phallus on ceramic bend Nestled with twins throughout the night Little stalk peaks from the end Cracking the top and bountiful ripe Nibbling the tip of ribbed stem Sponge on teeth after subtle bite Before the gulp past aching phlegm And down the throat, a subtle flight
All my friends are dying. These are the thoughts which occupy my mind as the kettle subtly begins to boil and I can hear the bubbles slowly rising. The sun is piercing the side-window of the kitchen, and short, shards of white light mask shadows on the bench. As the kettle boils, I flip out … Continue reading Wait.
Here are some thoughts...please consider them dear reader for I surely have...my mind is hollow...I know this...what I see around me exists in my mind...what is outside of my sight does not exist...there are voices in the street...and I experience them...but they are not there...they are there...yet, my mind could be playing tricks...I can never … Continue reading Scribbles of a Paranoid Mind
Florence and Heart-shaped blooms Cedar path She dances with daffodils With her sister Delilah One is black and one is white Their thick hair brushes against The green grass They love one another Nothing will separate them They will purr and dance Forever
Nefarious epoch, stock the sickles, Tickle the scent and hint at the ripples Bombastic attuned, wire the blend Sonorous moan, drone on and fickle Rambunctious funk, just send in the men Ephemeral styles, slicked, cut and fired Just another day, Where I’m not admired
Eons pass before the summer glow And she speaks in pleasant haikus Nothing will change and nothing will sooth The everlong dance into the fading sun Her voice recalls a crystalline waterfall And every sour thought results in dust When melancholy dribbles from my brain The soft melody of the muse calms the oceans
Rainbow donuts in calcium river Ragged convex forming doppelganger Children’s laughter crackles alive the dawn Today the shades reveal that golden delight
Today Grandma bought me my most favourite chocolate biscuits. She buys them for me all the time. I love my Grandma. I live with her. I have always since I can remember lived with my Grandma. She hugs me all the time and says that she loves me. This makes me feel good. It makes … Continue reading Little Ghost