look out towards latticed crust forestry heaving upon the tide of heavy wind laced in crystalline distillate – how sorrowful their posture barren in midwinter dull and grey – fenced off by toasted oat reeds fibrous weeds flourishing amidst the desaturated landscape – at times i believe i’m searching for color – that if I…
Month: February 2020
Inner Children
this inner child refuses to mature – stubborn ploddingly obtuse laughably laborious following the path of most resistance – single child soul struggling to subsist in a world so expansive duplicitous and grave – should youthful ambition fall to the wayside in order to make room for tedium and decorum – there are no adults…
Ruminations
I think I might be getting worse – seeing things out the corner of my eye focused towards the all engulfing darkness lashing out – thin tendrils engorged full with spite merciless cthullian mammoth tentacles crushing my ribs forcing the last ounce of air from my lungs wheezing out a pitiful wail as a death…
Pumped Up Ready to Pop
we’re all narcissists – admiring ourselves in the mirror we polished – rutting away at whatever object helps us stroke one out fellating our ego – lips soaked with envy – I can’t get off watching you writhe in your own ecstasy – be more considerate next time you see me indulging these masturbatory urges…
Chromatics
rosacea blush – erupting deep sherbet upon a ceaseless sea of cyanosis – jaundiced pendant paces heavenward overhanging vitiligo plains – melasmatic outgrowths amidst argyriatic shores shimmering with unseen life – what can you tell from the pigment of one’s spirit – is it colored in the heat of life or withering in mud thick…
Piecework Prose 