a porch light leads me home glowing bright like a lighthouse beam warning of the rocky shoals the farmland sky at night

I’ll never wake up next to her so, I hold her in my dreams. I dare not speak my heart, left my thoughts in sleep. we sit upon a park bench

we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun

gasoline on my FOX TV I don’t want your MSNBC make a shrine to remedy burn all these effigies went outside, sun felt hot

golden angel hair strands upon the earth needles of the bull pine scattered on the grass and dirt trap fallen raindrops

gliding along the wavelength riding the sonic chain stomach acid, gutteral pain banister of razor blades backbeat drum machine

summer brings slurries wicked sticky sleet drops puddling, pooling, icicles drippin… slush gushes from the frosted roof… winter heat fries the egg

Sycophant milquetoast running from your brown nose Everyone superior looked down on in the mirror Apologetic worm

breath of sky on her spine creeping, chilly blows flow down to her thighs the slightest summer wind

charred scents linger within the astronaut’s mind suits, boots, glove fingers leave scent memories behind reek of burnt toast and sulfur

Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.

from the barber chair mirror he watches the fear in their eyes a forty lb coo-coo clock hangs on… covered in a dozen years of dust the dust isn’t important at all

strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling

mechanical horses line up at the g… riders clad in straps of leather contemplating their fate Akira Koike takes up pole positio… favored to win

smoke of my cigarette fades into the clouds perspective from my squinted eye through my dusty glasses dusk, August 11th, 2023