Ismus was at the gates of Serabi’s castle. They were open, broken. It was ugly, but she already knew that. Aloes had lived here. Ismus had lived here too. When she made it inside the castle after breezing past the open main entrance, she forgot her name entirely and all she could remember was something good was now lost. Suffering and liberating.
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing: “Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want … Continue reading Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I've been waiting for him to come down. But I've been waiting for too long. They said he's in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won't get high enough. They want me to believe that he's safe … Continue reading Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they're quirky, and I'm not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you're blind in the right eye oh god... here's another car ride … Continue reading checkered vans in florida | poem
Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. - “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any … Continue reading The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. - A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine … Continue reading Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
I wonder if I'm as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I … Continue reading what did they do before they invented the silence?
Of Christmas and Stuff The man knew a few things for certain. He was no Scrooge. He was no Grinch. But he sure as heaven knew that he was no Santa. He didn’t mind the fact that at the tender age of four his parents had told him that Santa was a nonexistent being, one … Continue reading The Sad Man's Rambles | Of Christmas and Stuff
His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this. Maybe he … Continue reading Boy in a Well | Part 2