I sat on my bed and ran My fingers along the lattice of scars that ran like tattoos Across my body and where my fingers ran The scars filled with gold and ink like a g-pen freshly dipped Until I was a work of art and all the darkness that […]
Creative Writing
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the light orangeI haven’t left my apartment in a month and I’m not a recluse but I’m reading Thomas Pynchon half-naked afterbarely a workoutbreaking and breaking and breaking Under a sun lampin too-worn flannel not glisteningOverly assured And I’m listening to the new strokes albumOn youtube feeling like something For […]
The blinding reality of my situation is perpetual. A thousand diffuse moments scattered like flashbulb crystals in a dizzying array. Every sound is the moment of heat death at the end of the universe. No light; all light. Vibrations at the end of my blackened limbs. I am hungry The […]
The locust of dawn watches its prey It sits in the fields of wheat Grain rising with the golden dawn Of revelation The preacher sees the insect, clicking Its angry chitinous legs In preparation The sound that howls like the Cicada’s death cry Across the endless plain of gold Braided […]