Hope was dormant: forced laughter erupted from volcanic lungs, the larynx undoubtedly perplexed by the infantry of air assaulting the moribund vocal chords. Ashen gray breaths tightly dissipate, once held by a brotherly strength formerly unbeknownst, leaves the lungs, out the chest, sooner than condensed. In that charcoal mist, nothing is discerned, … Continue reading And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes
Problems are amusing, like a spotlight on a noose knot in the middle of a stage, audience empty. Acoustics amplify swayed silence - a bad punchline to a bad joke. Expect me to hide, cleanse impurity, fill the impenetrable darkness with light; the darkness - a voluminous pitch which steals your light, … Continue reading Repressed Light and Unforgiving Dark
blood smells of iron and tastes of metal and the universe is us.
I wholeheartedly half-love you with a passionate soul that imbibed too much of your drunken spirit. And here I am, folded up like a beach chair, watching the crashing of seawater and sand -- coming together but never quite mixing.
spiked skis and bob sleds discern sound and friction as husks of winter snow.
collective scorn seized the ire of the crowd, and left was little light.
no one goes to the museum because it is too realistic