update...kind of. not really. i know

[one_user_less]

later sunshine of shaky 9 am
tremulous mist, noon oncoming
keyboard tendons and coffee eyes
time card, my wintry mistress

imaginary glimpse of sanity
in the mall bathroom
a pile of failed art and a pile of hash
the universe is basically saying to me
here, because you can't have anything you really want
here is everything you didn't
including near-misses and second chances
with second choices

i actually recently said to someone
"me liking you the most out of everyone i'm seeing
is like being the fastest swimmer in a tar pit"

and wrote a two page letter explaining dreams
to my parents

i fantasize at night of abandoning convention
like i could masturbate to the idea of taking one deep breath
like allowing a twenty to slowly burn between your fingers is the new
walking on water

clock in
skin shining like the golden mountains
on which the whispers of monks are lost
alive as the wind on a deep night
O universal magic of eye contact
monoliths conjoin
molecules connect

(i told the moon i'm going to take art back)