Poet, non-fiction writer, and pop culture obsessive. Find me at your local dive. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
the days and dayswe’ve spent crampedin a large space,lavish and sprawlingbut miniaturizedby the tensionof not knowingthe…
did you see the rising tide?
it took the ships but left the sea.
there is no timeor space within that time that canstretch over yourskull likerawhide overa wooden hoop.
i step out intothe crooked woodand see myselftwisted and frail.
red red rage.just submerged intrash waterand nowsubmerged inlustful anger.
what a beautiful journey,
ending appropriately;engulfed in a singledancingflame.