Category: Prose/Poetry
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when i came back from saturn
As I stared out into the expanding abyss of black and homeless debris, I see the planet, looking carved of wood, the birthchild of a cosmic woodworker stowed away from prying eyes, for his works have to be done in silence and blindness to achieve the utmost greatness…
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golden arches
Just as your eyes were about to close completely, you see a permanent shine of light. There it stood in the middle of the pitch black sea, and you fixate upon it—the golden arches…
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daylight
the last stretch of daylight vanishes succinctly. like a violinist behind a fallen curtain the dark rises and trickles overhead. ‘unknown’ is what we know for certain…
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caged
she must think me a fool, for I sit on the window sill, uncaged. she must think me mad, to stay there with her, to not escape. she must think me stubborn, not to fly away…
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she’ll love you (just not today)
in the morning, she gets out of bed, being pulled up by the moon. and sometimes it’s a little sad, but she makes it seem just fine. the wild strands of her hair reminds her of yesterday…
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the absurdity system
and so we begin. the first step is the insides of your skull painted to the colors of the lead on your test paper because then your previously in-class-absorbed knowledge will contrast from that of this white absurdity against your desk…
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lady
Ladies walk home holding keys in caution. They’re told it’s illegal to get abortions. Every lady’s figure is subjected to judgment. Until the day she lies in a coffin…
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to all past crushes of mine
you showed me the best of a boy the worst of a man. so you’ll understand when i can’t comprehend why to this day i still haven’t found someone better than you…
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don’t go running around your grandmother’s house
as i sped through the main door, the wind was in my hair and adrenaline fuelled my body, my foot landed on one of those hot wheel cars that belonged to one of my cousins. i slipped, lost control and knocked my head face forward on the glass table
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