No

let me think about
it let me think about
it

tired telling
time tired
telling time

walls whisper into
screams shatter into
deafness

and I hear everything.

Sheen

softly broken
grander notions
expecting appointments

a time falls faster
backwards mimicry
smiling simile

time trails
insightful organisms
blissful blasphemy

fantastic fallacy
malicious misery

What

A congregation
of my acquaintances
met me at the door.
Their eyes sphered
moonshine fragmented
from my momentary
lapses in and out
of reality.

Masterminded mindlessness.

A crash course
Crashing on Caffeine,
complimentary coffee.
Come conver–

Wait, I forgot to tell y–

Actually nevermind
it’s dumb.

Uncompose

prey of Bird
Vaults and belly
slithers
away from the
rapid river

Sickening of sickness
Sickness of sickening
Minus silence
Measuring quivers

A bell ringing from the mist

Sewing blindfolded
inside a live
studio audience
A stab crashed
the market

A poor man’s bargain

Diving into Diving Boards

The innards of inwards
Closing into inchworms
A stones throw
Page folds
Neverending ringtones
A cold flame

Connection maintained

Lane changing
An art form
Reality and seashores
The typography of open sores
Mass composed overtures

I seem to have
lost the nerve

Falling Down

I moved towards
The strangled shores of
This tale of redemption started
When I was a young boy
If I remember correctly

They say
The old man drowned

His lucid interactions
Inside the mind
As life cycles broke
I almost

Fell down.

It Beats

[…]
an abandoned centerpiece on the dinner table;
rain conflicting with an empty parking lot;
the obligations of a tragic hero;

a dream to dream a dream
[…]
sustaining my sustenance;
standing alone in an accending elevator;
a viral consciousness;

aves and automobiles racing through the air
[…]
checking the time of a broken clock;
metrically measuring a mile;
a ruby squared framed where the rat trap went off;

this old, sore back
[…]

Storage Bins and Boxes

Footsteps fracture
the floorless
floorboards.
Crawling, a
metaphor for forever.
We weather the
storm.

The eye of I resides
in timelines of lives
I’ll never find.
A glory of mind
stored flipbook
photographic flashbacks
stationary.

I fall
fifty feet
without a scratch,
unless I
wake up.

Fireflies

The fireflies
speckled sporadically,
lush fields indulged
and I.

Moonlight cravings.
Singing lyricless
melodies, I
roamed.

Convergence,
light speed raffles. I
mask in the decay, and
consume.

Our stony impression
tore through, and I
roamed.

I’ve stopped twitching
now.

The fireflies,
I killed a few
with my car.