Secrets

Graffiti on the bridge reads, “ADULTHOOD IN A NUTSHELL: The light inside has broken but I still work.” On the desk Mr. Potato head looks funny in his spectacles, so I laugh. Box fan on low, pointed in my general direction, secret bedroom door shining light from the cracks while boxsprings creak in rhythm; letContinue reading “Secrets”

Wise Old Winston

Cut the hip-hop beats and the pop-synth soundwaves now we exist in silence, finally. Somewhere along the way we decided to chase this path and to remain focused on sunsets next to the stage. I went to my dirty porch at 5AM to watch sunrise only to discover a cat, sleeping. I petted him andContinue reading “Wise Old Winston”

Yes

My brain is exploding iside a luminous cavern, dead keys beside me, there is a night like dayshine that eats at the very feathers of my heart. On such a night like tonight where word does strike sooner where the sounds become nothing until they become sounds that become nothing again. It is nights likeContinue reading “Yes”