chrysalis
sweetpea pod
divining goldenrod
from thistles, silk emerge
nestled quintuplets
multiple upsets
silence, the funeral dirge.
His eyes are dead,
they don’t do their job.
And still we walk
toward him.
auscultation
i gave away
my stethoscope
so i could hear
your insides better
throw on a black dress
you think i’m intriguing
not as much as the
sight of you leaving
Koyaanisqatsi
when did
stress
become
a noun?
Thor half-ass awoke
to the power out
and wondered if
he should start over.
