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Hungry EyesHold still
while I unstrap
the hot pink protective cover
from this doughy bread basket brain
to leaven some morsels
of philosophical tangentia
into your craving claws.
Sit quietly on that sidewalk curb
as I crawl off the metal life accelerator,
the sunny rays refracting
off this cotton candy mind bucket,
stultifying the stagnation of your sham
of a simpleton sojourn.
Come close, but stay far
as I quietly waken your senses,
hushly whisper in your ear:
The day doesn't begin
until you open your eyes.
Summer Heat2AM dew condensating gently nearby.
Bodies thrash wildly,
careening through the serene.
Long fibrous muscles
pump euphorically in stride.
Musical notes float invisibly
into an intricately weaved
colorful blanket of youthful bliss,
over the dreamy recesses
of 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 vines
shift and sprawl passively
around the ankles
like haphazardly tangled shoelaces
waiting to trip your adventurous steps.
Tether your toes,
hold your heels
to the leafy underbelly
of the growing organism
you call home.
The Word VoidTaste breathy cadence.
Smell an undull, wistful lull.
Hear the fear
in the eyes you're near.
the way time folds through mountains,
Behind shadowy sunlight
to my pockets
letting the humanity escape
nimbly from my fluttering fingers
into the cravesse, the word void.
Monster IslandFlee the beast chasing you
until you reach the end of the peninsula
and have nothing to turn to
but the crumbled rocks that fall to the sea
Without reason. In unity. Inanimate lemmings
in your foothold.
Under fire. Run through smoke.
Jump and escape the resentment and hostility
that grounds you to the shaky Earth
and wave goodbye to the grave
that houses your empty cage.
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