03.26.2016 3:04pm

and it takes less time than you’d hope
to become comfortable with that casual empathy you feel between
strangers on the street and your own two feet


10.31.2015 9:38am

through all the constant grief
and the brooding walks bypassing the alleyways
on the way to work
i envisioned souls not crying down the bustling main streets
and the security of the soothing breeze
prickling skin on their arms through the knit sweater they wore
to avoid the shaky winds brought on by the night

and between the impromptu bus trips across the state
and the subtle romance caught between passenger seats
of separate cars while at a stop sign
and the dark mysterious timing surrounding them,
the perseverance topples down
thus being forced back into the dark of the street
gawked at
rancid inside
mediocre, and all

passable for living


My favoeite shirt was dirty this morning
It was a Monday

Forgot lunch at home
I hope the dogs didn’t get to it

My appetite is faint
Why did I order this

I’m just going to drink coffee instead

I got stood up today
It was a Monday afternoon

It was our second date
I hope I didn’t do anything wrong

My toes are crushed in these shoes
They’ll be scabbard tomorrow

Walking a mile and a half to the train
I’m ready to call it a night

I’m laying in bed tonight
It’s a Monday night