Such a strange contrast Spring and winter Quarantine and openness – Stores change policies Relationships grow distant Yet society soldiers on – The heart is weary Though the soul is defiant Endure, endure beats the heart – Though the billowing clouds of uncertainty Thunder at day break on a near horizon Today is a gentle …
“I guess,” she paused to think, “I guess I should have zigged when I zagged, you know, life wise. “ “What the fuck does that mean?” I articulated with little puffs of smoke between laughs. “Well,” she paused and motioned for me to pass the joint. She took a puff and thought for a moment …
The sill of the afternoon floats on Under the still, azure sky Gentle breath keep tempo Of stretch commenced naps – The tentative leaves sway The breeze gentle The last exhale Of winter’s chill – A light wisp of cloud Passes over the mellow metropolis A tuesday we all decided Was just not worth the …
The mop moves Soapy water Across the wooden floor Warm against the late winter chill – Her memory Our bodies entwined Sweet nectar of love Mixed with sweat – The bucket sloshes Dirty suds spill Squeegeed up Floral scented – Our breath, shared Our voices rising A reflexive, mutual addiction Waves breaking upon shores – …
My balcony cactus sits Alone on a wooden table Far from its natural biome The sand washed dunes Of distant deserts – Instead four stories up And slightly inland Upon the humid, temperate shores Of the muddy Rio de la Plata – I wonder if it feels lonely Out of place Cupped in gaudy orange …
So if you could eat a totoro would you? Not sure, they look a little fatty for my taste, but I wouldn’t be sure. What do you think they are, red meat? Blue meat maybe. They are from Japan, perhaps they taste like fish. But really, if somehow, out in the wilds of Japan, they …
I left the burning heat and felt the blast of cold air as I passed through the sliding glass doors of the 7/11. A chime sounded to alert the bored looking cashier of my entrance, though she seemed not to notice. I’d imagine if I heard it all day, 5 days a week, I’d tune …
A rat died under my bed and I feel very conflicted about it. Or maybe it was a mouse. I’m not sure. Either way it sloughed off its mortal coil under my bed. I woke up from my nap and smelled something weird. Usually my bedroom smells either like sweat or Sophun. Not today, though. …
Highlighted in neon Decorated in the bumping pseudo hop Now slow R sans B To hip for its own good Here, where the beautiful are quaffed – Coffee machine Buttons for bougie drinks Whites flat Espressos not expressos Embrace the faux class – You share this edifice Roomates of sorts Same structure Same industrial chic …