heat radiates from the base of my arm
when I raise it…
Category Archive: Postaday
How does one follow
the sun to survive…
You don’t need a muse,
what you need is at least
one person you go do fun
activities with, visit the zoo…
Write drunk,
edit clothed.
You can only process….
Every good story should include:
a dream sequence
a pineapple, or alternative …
Plant your feet
to withstand the waves,
the one constant
is there will always be another…
You ever
see a poem
and whatever
organs your sternum
protects drop a foot…
I have a little
invisible backpack
hovering behind me,
when I can’t handle…
Sometimes it’s okay,
to worry about something you hear,
in or out of context…
They love us more than each other,
and follow us to the ends of the Earth,
happy as can be…
