rand0m th0ught #113

I see what I see

like the number 13

for reasons

known only to me —

got yours?

rand0m th0ught #109

most things I imagine, ultimately get dismissed

by someone very familiar to me,

yet stranger than any fiction I’ve ever written

brick and mortar baby

how do I put this lightly,

perhaps an anvil will do

oh, but I’m always the coyote

you speedy devil, you

can crush me in an instant

you can split me into two

as I run on air to catch up

you know just what to do,

so tear away the painting

post no bills up on the wall

I’m your brick and mortar baby

we know either way I’ll fall

rand0m th0ught #107

in their confident voices, I hear only ignorance

but than again

my fly has been down all morning —

naturally

Untitled for,

all

that

time

effort

energy

left

to

H

A

N

G

breathe

Get out of
bed

Untangle from
sheets

And
breathe

Each day
new

Another crack at
life

option C

Surely, this, isn’t, healthy

but the alternative just seems

so entirely soul crushing

that if this, is, so, unhealthy

than there surely must be

an option C: since A & B

are now, defunct.

between the lines

If nothing else sticks

take solace in that,

life happens—and—you die,

between the lines

there’s simply time.

For what?

Bah! You tell me!

Besides,

I’ve got to get my watch fixed.

when Whitman sings

I often hide the cover of the book

I’m reading,

commuting on the subway

or relaxing over coffee,

like anyone would care

either way, because yeah!

What if they did? They don’t.

But what if? And how does one explain

his book of choice, when more than not

the books I read give me no choice! Aha!

They’d label me pretentious, surely they should

but what if they didn’t?

Would I really have time for a friend,

when Whitman sings and celebrates self

Oh! You better believe I butt in.

lucky 13

lucky 13

31 but I see

the perfect representation

of what it means to free

that little boy caged

like a curse

relieved

in the back of a hearse

lucky 13, reversed

over time, it’s easy to see

at 31 years old

that boy was me