• bored
    prose

    bored

    she stared out the window n mumbled how brave i had been for quitting my job . ” brave ? ” i asK / d w / my eyebrow cocK / d , ” you know i hated that job . “ ” yeah ” she replied w / a shrug liKe we ‘ re supposed to hate our job . ” that made it easy . “ ” well , ” her necK twisting to remonstrate w / me , ” i could never do that . “ ” quit something you hate ? “ ” i guess , ” she sigh / d . i tsK / d . ”…

  • poetry

    blinK/d

    from higher frequencies borderless vibrations, away from THE third observer, who never judges whose bacK is turn’d towards an artificial trompe l’oeil, a taciturn gate-keeper, who, dress’d in rags, perches amid the pair of foolishly wandered eyes, an unarmed watcher, guardian of a connection lost once it is bombarded with stupefacient stimuli until it is brimming w/an uproar of nothingness and defeat’d, replete, familiarly relax’d, comfort’d in routine, lethargic, sunK’n into a couch conformed to the pathetic blobby vessel, held up on the bony shoulders of devilish brethren, who cackle w/the live (?) studio audience as the flame of your i is blown out. blinK’d. follow n liKe bj draKe

  • prose

    the voice

    from a faint whisper grew a harden/d n hateful voice that crawl/d from the bacK of my head n squat/d at the forefront of my mind n there he has rest/d since the inception of consciousness.  rent-free w / no chores . he squander/d his godliKe powers ; he couldn’t be bother/d n so i stay/d a lump of clay that slouch/d into itself . he was quiet , pretend/d to be dormant n sleep through my childhood . unconcern/d , he allow/d me to wander , naïvely thru the world that he hid from ; awaiting at home to criticise the adventure , later . he had fail/d in…

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