My Priest says that we all die in the dark, And that all driftwood ends up in one place. I wonder what he knows about Heaven. My cousin says that the shore suffers beneath the surf, And that this tropical erosion is the worst kind of pain. I wonder what he knows about the Grand … More In Time
He jabbed the knife into the side of a sycamore, and began to etch a heart. “This will be here forever,” he strained as he pushed the blade deeper into the trunk “to remind you of our love.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned, eyes twinkling with unbridled excitement. The shredded bark fell from … More Trapped
Cookie woman and flip-flop boy left for the ocean, And they send us purple packages tied up with blue screams. Don’t let the wrapping deceive you, though: These are gifts of whale-song.
“Well now I just feel silly.” he looked down at the paper bag in his hand. “Who buys a scone at 10pm?” The feeling of you is intoxicating enough to make this scone worth it. …and this scone is very dry.
Little did the Rabbit know, Painted on the winter snow Was crimson Blood from Heartbeat’s end. Rabbit never spoke again.
“Weeeelp, I recon there’s but one worthy way to live in this here world boy, which is to passionately chase things unknown.” The man rubbed his eyes, and disappeared into the forest.
Space is just nematodes and digital clocks.
Window boy has window thoughts, Clear but smudged in certain spots. He fogs the glass with shaky sighs, And falls asleep to brassy skies.
That emotion is outside of my Mind’s jurisdiction. Please refer to my Heart for any and all legislative action regarding that feeling.
“What could you possibly be looking at? There’s nothing there!” / “It’s a habit. Some people smoke. Others chew gum. I, for one, aimlessly stare.”
