Yes, I'm gonna flake this one out Not sure of the words To say to make you feel Less angry But tonight my cramps And sadnesses Assault my defenses, Crunching inward (Twig sounds in the foreground) And Anthony can't, won't stop The paralysis from following this Sarcophagus sinking Deeper into the ruins And deeper Into … Continue reading Flake
leaving behind stress, pain, frustration, and worst of all the anxiety of stakes raised too high of endless camera flashes of powerless accountability but guilt, regret, nightmares remain no easy antidote to self-inflicted toxicity, it must be left alone
What will they think when they check Facebook, And see you hanging out, having fun? What will they think? I'm no stranger to salacious social media gossip / in high school a clique was formed around laughing at junior prom outfits / as every dress and tux pairing posted on Facebook / within moments the … Continue reading Having fun
The last bell rings. You watch them pass by, wordlessly, sharing in something more than their cerebral spinal fluid. You envy their silent solidarity.
Sometimes the most challenging part of my day is fitting my thoughts into a shoebox by the closet before I fall asleep. You don’t start thinking until your shoes are on, Ms. Crawford, my sixth-grade gym teacher, would say. She would complain to us when Richie wore flip-flops to class. “Weren’t you in class last … Continue reading Shoebox
They tell you this city is good to everyone you can see art in cramped museum halls or all around you if you look hard enough, you can order royales with cheese to bridge your Samuel L. Jackson fantasies into reality, you can be frightened by rude souvenir store cashiers who wish you spoke another … Continue reading Amsterdam
F o u r t e e en F4teen How could I f4get 14 what i'd be to see fourteen again -Remember when i was just a misunderstood-teen not a four-teen remember when i called you from my Mom’s cell-phone and said “Hi How are You” really slowly.. i hated myself for it but I was … Continue reading 14
Time is an astronaut and I am its copilot on this Mission to Mars Paid for by student loan sharks, Not loan dolphins GRADUATION Once more dear friends Soon until eternity Caps and gowns await Fragile, like dollar signs and Restaurant tips We’re taking these sacred moments With us into space
I'm nearly related to the monster That used to live under my bed It’s waited twenty years to resurface Two hundred forty months of patience Seven thousand and four days The hours passed like minutes But now it’s fastened to me, like a tumor Nearly passing through the corridors Of a newer neater neighborhood Noiselessly, … Continue reading Hemorrhage
I wrote this while I was at work.