Memories of the Son

I remember the sun- its light of a thousand moments, all vying for their fifteen minutes. Scratching at the sorrow of another yesterday while shivering up to a dumpster- society’s leftovers; served up on a concrete platter.   I remember her eyes. Electric spheres of blue rising over an imperfect smile- the smoking gun clenched … Continue reading Memories of the Son

Fickle

What is happiness worth to one who only sees the subtle derision in every smile? Or in life- quick stolen moments, dulled by an artificial glow. What a brilliant play life sometimes dreams, in which the burden of being can be satiated with epiphanic measures- like plucking a single photon from the sunset. But here you are deceived- full … Continue reading Fickle

Abstract Diatribe

The earth is wet. Locked in thought haunted by memories, and inundated with fleeting smiles (half grins polished over gaped mouths) Full of shit. Lost within the herd each individual appropriately labeled costumed, and socially binding- writhing against the tepid bravado of our worth. Instinctively anxious to cast a sheen over this sooted image of … Continue reading Abstract Diatribe

Five-Hundred Circles

Indianapolis a once promising sight for freedom, industry, and corn. The fastest city in the western hemisphere- Where men from all walks could aspire to drive in five hundred circles, chasing the emphatic roar of beer-blooded all-Americans. Indianapolis A standing fury of cold steel and broken asphalt weighing on her spider webbed society Angry, cold, … Continue reading Five-Hundred Circles