Pieris
Pieris
The color yellow looks different when I look through your eyes,
As if the fields are made of emeralds decorated in butterflies,
And then I see pollen fly and descend to the wind’s singing
And embed themselves into beds’ sheets’ linen.
The coursing of dance mimics a river current
And I involuntarily admire your freckles and the rose of your cheeks like they’re sunbu...
Monday 16th May 2022 3:21 am
Starshine (V.2)
The stars shine brighter than the books say they’re supposed to
And the tall grass ain’t as green as the other side had proposed
I was too drunk to see the starshine
In the daytime I saw their glimmer spark and melt into some bronze eyes
Two rings of lulled dreamscapes I near missed when I fell into a low tide
I writ in song so that the stanzas, you can’t read them, but you li...
Tuesday 7th December 2021 4:41 am
After Everyone is Dead
Everything that will happen has already happened.
This rain is making the grass greener and
these diseased birds are eating the garbage
from the ground. God continues to text us
encouragement although standard messaging fees apply.
The streetlights will turn green even if
no one is there to drive away,
the bread will turn bad in the freezer
no matter how tightly you wrap it,
and I have...
Monday 19th May 2014 9:15 pm
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