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

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

back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight

soldiers take the field foam swords and shields Costume City troops dressed in batman suits they paused for lunch at noon

perched upon the table made of oak and maple stones carved of cedar and sycamor… is grandpa’s checkerboard when mom and dad play rummy

lava oozes down the peak the sweat and heat, my body quiver… glowing golden, burning streams blazing, globbing, gobbling flames hungry molten rivers

a chandelier of rainbows tattooed below her eyebrow blush and bruised, Captain Luna inspected the sloppy crew dressed in their business suits

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

Uniform yellow lines you stretch out to the curb. The lines that stretch in blue are already reserved. Long white lines stretching down t…

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

Djarum special. Spice of smoke. On my porch, breathing tobacco and clove. 2pm, August 13, 2023.

subdermal dust spots speckled like freckles across the nose of a woman next door on her balcony

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

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

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