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Hungry EyesHold stillwhile I unstrapthe hot pink protective coverfrom this doughy bread basket brainto leaven some morselsof philosophical tangentiainto your craving claws.Sit quietly on that sidewalk curbas I crawl off the metal life accelerator,the sunny rays refractingoff this cotton candy mind bucket,stultifying the stagnation of your shamof a simpleton sojourn.Come close, but stay faras I quietly waken your senses,hushly whisper in your ear:The day doesn't beginuntil you open your eyes.
Summer Heat2AM dew condensating gently nearby.Bodies thrash wildly,careening through the serene.Chains pirouette'round gears.Long fibrous musclespump euphorically in stride.Musical notes float invisiblyinto an intricately weavedcolorful blanket of youthful bliss,permanently draped over the dreamy recessesof a sleepy mind's eye.A sailor kisses a girl.Smiles shoot like gunfire.A million stories unfold,all in synch.
Hydroplaning Through HollywoodI am dropped carelessly like a needle into the map on a windy, rainy December night, whipping my nimble peg leg feet through skim layers of dirt water on the sidewalks of Hollywood Boulevard.I am at unease, a dis-ease. Shaky nerves, dampened bangs, and a seemingly wide-open timeline of nullity.Two teenage boys race down the street, hydroplaning on puddles, laughing boisterously with smiles that invite me to spectate the discord. Boy #1 careens into a light pole, his testicles smashed flat: tears are shed. I finally laugh after hours of being placed in a self-contained vacuum of dysphoria. A smile breaks loose amidst the funk of my tortured-soul-enveloped-in-gloom!-total-annihilation!-we-all-are-doomed! self. I flash a glance within myself and sprint, comforted by schadenfreude.
Windy, FreeYou were sitting in a chair as the tornado alarms sounded. The class hurriedly rushed for shelter, leaving our essays behind. My essay sat vulnerable and exposed to wandering eyes as you shuffled by it and I cringed at all the words you might become exposed to and all the weak fragments of myself that I am not capable of articulating through spoken word.
CelluloseThe world's thorny vinesshift and sprawl passivelyaround the ankleslike haphazardly tangled shoelaceswaiting to trip your adventurous steps.Tether your toes,hold your heelsto the leafy underbellyof the growing organismyou call home.
The Word VoidTaste breathy cadence.Smell an undull, wistful lull.Hear the fearin the eyes you're near.See,so quietly,the way time folds through mountains,behind hills.Behind shadowy sunlightto my pocketsfor safe-keeping,letting the humanity escapenimbly from my fluttering fingersinto the cravesse, the word void.
Monster IslandFlee the beast chasing youuntil you reach the end of the peninsulaand have nothing to turn tobut the crumbled rocks that fall to the seawithout question.Without reason. In unity. Inanimate lemmingsin your foothold.Under fire. Run through smoke.Jump and escape the resentment and hostilitythat grounds you to the shaky Earthand wave goodbye to the gravethat houses your empty cage.