When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
Still Looking West
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Fine.
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.
Ever On the Wing, pt. II
Called to be a soldier-king Called to romanticize everything From childhood on to elder spring From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing Called to not know where I stand Called to see beyond the borderland From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned From a gratuitous smile when I crash land Yet here I see all that I am... Continue Reading →
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →
