Lost Lines #3
Trying to revisit previous lives is like looking your shadow in the eyes. they just aren’t there.
On Expiration
I still have a lot to say on the matter
but I’m avoiding talking to you for
both of us
There’s nothing left to surrender
so I took small steps today like
the first few steps out the door in the fall
right when the season starts
You don’t know if it’s warm
but it looks warm through a window
so you go outside without a jacket
then run back to the house
I wasn’t ready
But I made it further than I thought
Lost Lines #2
I have memories of growing up, but more like stacks of polaroids in my head with storied affiliations.
Lost Lines #1
It’s quite easy to fall through the floor. Just put your feet down. There’s nothing to hold you upright but a confident assumption.
Dandelion
I remember who I was when, and how I used to be.
I think a lot about death, and a lot about dying.
I think I’ve died a few times.
I hardly exist anymore, pleading with the dirty grass
and torn down dandelions.
Everything I am in full,
is nothing.
And will return the same.
Circadian
Late nights,
Later mornings.
State to state shift.
I left my brain to dry
on a stretched out circadian.
Wondering where time went,
as I’m watching it float by.
After Hours
After hours in hotels at night
A poignant still in the middle of monoliths
Fake bedrooms, specks of life
TVs flicker, little lights
To the tune of the growling highway
Like a nighttime souvenir
Soft Idea
Soft ideas left hanging on the air.
no longer inspired by,
no longer remembered.
The walls of my skull painted,
with soft ideas and stains
burnt in like cigarettes.
Small holes, terrible edges.
Soft ideas abandoned
formless on my breath.
No longer inspired by.
Smooth Relation
6am: dawn fog folds me over and i slide into my skin again.
Sleep hangs on the apartment, 70 degrees. on my eyes in confusion.
Graceless stumble in full effect, I’ve been here before.
Quick history sets in and my senses register one by one, a smooth relation.
607am: Breathe.
Scramble
Swaying in the silent morning
to this high-tone scramble.
Tuned out in the background
with the window’s early glow.