Texas boxes smell like a childhood full of new pairs of tennis shoes,
Kohl's bought; ready to wear, and my hands are too.

A step out the door in the wrong direction,
Is the close relative to a punch in the nose,
The kind of punch that leaves your nose itchy.

I don't want anything,
But in the worst way.
I want everything,
But that's an empty wallet waiting ( Read more... )

To flick you off my wheel,
I brown colored, orange, peel.
The dirt that covered the whole place,
Migrates on-l-y to you.

14 half steps forward,
means only 7 steps were meant.
These things, brand new, brought here, to you,
We will easily forget.

Edited because it was so stupid.

Bodies hold shape as well as numbers ( Read more... )

It's probably for the better that i can see the future ( Read more... )

assignment for creative writing inspired by Joe Tomcheck ( Read more... )

"Oh yeah, no, I bet I could do this song and three others in 40 minutes... that's unfair... NO, I could just do the one, you know the one, "I don't like documentaries, I like films. But I wish they made them more about lesbians and robots." That one's the new jam I've been cooking up."

Subconsciously in a state of automated breathing,
eyes closed but not tightly,
barely drifting.
silk, twill or cotton won't matter in a moment.
in avenue of fresh,
pillowed eyes are street lights,
guiding.
to where.
never thought that through.
restart.
Rustled through the nevermind,
kicking open the rear portal,
hair ablaze as a scamper of groggy tail struts ( Read more... )

Slowing down at the sound of noise ( Read more... )

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