editin out the madman

I catch him
at the tip of my tongue
right when he starts pushin thru
jam him back down
hand over my mouth
til the noise dies off
and what comes out
sounds like the me
they said could stay

Monochromatic

if you think about it…
they don’t have a lot of talent
there’s really only one color in their palette
and even that’s growing thin
so busy painting fences with their hatred
they’re not even trying to pretend
hyper-focused on us vs them

(like there’s really any difference
blood…bones…organs…tissue…
all the…Read More

When the Bird Returns to Remind Us We’re Still Human

On the 3rd,
we all see a bird coming back home
as if it had been waiting
for April’s foolishness to calm down
before daring to cross our skies again.

It glides in with that effortless arrogance
only birds and very old truths possess,
cutting a clean line through the blu…Read More