

09. crying plastic toysmy brother is crying the toy gun he spent 10$ on is broken splintered from a brutal assault on a chair09. crying plastic toys
it makes me think of an earthquake how sometimes i cry at night for no reason and the woman across the street is watering her flowers even though it's raining
my mother asked me to tell him that being a man is about accepting that things happen and there's nothing you can do about it except move on
i wonder if anyone told that to my father seeing as how he moved on when i almost died if he looked down at my spine curled like a fist and th


08. hospitalizedinside of me is an engine it runs on rain and honeysuckle08. hospitalized
turn towards me and smile loudly i'll switch gears accelerate crash into the gates of your lips wake up in a hospital where all the nurses look like you and the walls smell like your skin


07. red house fireat the end of the road is a red house with a white door and a green garden i grew up there lost myself in the trees hit my head on the clouds made rainbows while splashing in puddles07. red house fire
the storm is alive it is crawling inside of me like a cancer i feel thunder in my bones outside lightning is throwing itself against the earth and i watch from the porch as the red house goes up in flames


06. yes-manthe hole in the wall is the shape of my father but i don't know how his hands found their way here again like wrecking balls06. yes-man
i have locked everything up fed the keys to the birds then let the birds loose pushed them through an open window
they are heavy birds
outside a storm is blooming like a rose thunderheads like desperate shadows across the wall
where are those birds with my keys? i am trapped in this house of locked doors
and i am as hungry as an axe my eyes pine for the moon
i break down t
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