The world is ending Saturday. Guess I should skip work, smoke weed, and listen to Marley. Fuck, I was going to do that anyway.
El_Warmachine

If wishes were the answer,
I'd pull down some shooting stars
to captivate behind your eyes
like fireflies in jars.
Poetymology

these letters
held together,
sticky adhesive of
cultural recognition.
assembled like a puzzle
awarding a new
contemporary meaning
to a tired old refrain.
RE – FRAIN
RE – FRAME
make it new again
Bellwether

crisscrossing each surface like the plash of a fishnet--for when there is nothing left to show, there will still be something left to gather up.
Confluence

It’s not that I depend on these things to write, it’s just that my mind is too busy renormalizing itself to efficiently think in a creatively satisfying way.
Octo7

I feel bland. false.
Clayfui

I genuinely thought that by exposing my clumsy ruminations to a blank page (and, to a lesser extent, some small sort of audience), there was the slightest chance it might be one way to help me make sense of it all.
Folkjokeopus

This is a placeholder. That's really all I wanted to say.
Morsmordre

I could be (more) melodramatic and say that I'd like to find someone who will always chase me, but I would rather find someone who I never feel like I need to run from.
MonsterBallads

And in church, even though they sing of other things, their prayers still include ships, all those at sea; pilots, lobster-crews, fisherman who have been yanked overboard on a line of creels, whole families lost in sudden squalls only a mile from land.
Pine