Who ever knew that trees could get so big,
Or sunny roads could echo in the day—
These hollow streets sans swings and basketballs
Sing but the trip of leaves against the lawn. Continue reading “apocalypse Easter Someday”
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apocalypse “its fine its fine”
apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
TRANSCRIPT:
You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that Continue reading “apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club””
apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
And now, it’s time to talk about my dick.
If I am to maintain any sincerity throughout the course of this literary tirade, then no frank and honest portrait of my present condition would be complete without some elaboration about the events surrounding that which is commonly referred to as “my dick”. Continue reading “apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick””
apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
They say there was a life before these days,
A world beyond the prisms of our porch,
A time before greensickness perched above
Our doors, before the pasty smog of death
would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. Continue reading “apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days””
apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box”
Somewhere in April
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
mattressbox pillowbox blanketbox bedroombox rise and open a closetbox my face it scowls in a mirrorbox. Continue reading “apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box””
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)
I must’ve wondered if I’d ever see snow again. The snows of Christmas and Kilimanjaro. The snows at the end of winter when afternoons return. The snows of dawn and mittens pink and blue. Continue reading “The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)”
