it’s a little behind it
and above and to the center
by my shoulders
but under
on top of my breath
you can’t miss it
it’s not in my heart
Author: sunshineandwind
mount vernon
lots of ‘the day after’ vibes
walking around the block
seeing the morning
at the end of the night
for the first time
listening to it
though the headphones later. making
increasingly sad mixtapes
whatever love say, i do
i play the odds,
i like my chances
i pull rank on the white car
and my panting delights the sky
how hard to breathe, now,
under the hood?
wintry mix
glistening object
where is your shrine?
whom will you ask for
shelter as the day wears on?
the slug returneth
hinged and stretching
currently useless and
on the closet shelf
but a silent reminder to
keep checking
to keep adding to the list
i love details
a shifting of papers
reveals coffee stains
if we saw ourselves trudging
i think we’d want to know
are we killers, are we safe?
i’ve lost my close eye;
i must appeal
to the vast emptiness inside all of us
late at night
I pour over the thesaurus
for synonyms for universe
the cars wait as long as they need to
i’ll rust, they seem to say.
sirens and two by fours and a thick yellow
light covering the herd
pictures start small and get bigger,
this is no mystery
Audio Saturdays!
me euphorically getting some kind of song idea on the way home from the bar one night when i still lived at the apartment. never turned it into anything – except this blog post! $50 bucks to the person who can turn this into a real song.
black highways pt. 5
but not until i was in the barnes and noble realizing
i sweat through my clothes
listening to the highway love unlimited album
trying to make out the letters on the tote bag
realizing i wasn’t wearing a mask
that no one was wearing a mask
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gasping
