I screamed a set at the top of my lungsTo convince myself that I was still hereThe neighbors were louder
Poetry
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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 […]
Lately, in the boston Metropolitan area, the sky has fallen Repeatedly. I wish I pretended to care more. the quiet white Albatross, Plumage pushing in clenching silence As the world Descends to meet it A skyline receding And falling ever downward Like the wars of attrition Fought as a last […]
Sometimes, among the granular stars when someone smashes a hi-hat like some jazz short-form and all I see is infinity It’s nice to stop for a moment and forget myself.