looking for a girl. She has brown hair, but dyes it shades of blue and violet from time to time. Her hair coils, but she straightens it to feel a sense of control of what’s going on in and on her head. Her eyes are big and green, but blue, but also sometimes brown always watery but always dry in the late night as she sits awake admiring the moon and how it changes, but it changes slower than her ability to change her thoughts on life and death and word on the stre

You ask if I need a ride The force of my eye roll launches the short laugh out of my mouth. Travelers abhor the snow, the wind shaking the arbor, raising the waves and preventing safe harbor. Migrants detest the pelting rain, the helter-skelter, a slight chill coy behind a mirage of permafrost. I am no traveler. I am not a forager, moving optimally through a matrix from patch to patch, goal to goal, soullessly, putting life on pause; I experience without bias. I li

My eyes were open too long and a draft has gotten in fully open shedding light on all my many sins now this room is creeping cavernous cadaverous suggestions of something haunted and dangerous A subtle wind blows between my heart and lungs my neglect my indifference let it enter in the first place my ribs and the spaces spread to make space my organs shuffled to accommodate Starving on the inside my mind the open sea my chest the night sky blown

A point blank stare is a fire in the rain A wide-awake nightmare that We are all the same Your mind takes flight As it enters your soul Deeper and deeper Into the rabbit hole It only stops where Nobody goes A widespread pain is a fire not contained Burning wild and free like You and me Hear Ye, Hear Ye! This is what life ought to be Abandoning ideologies Defeating all indignities Discovering our identities Leaving blood upon my eyes Like shedding flaming tears Only when we se