Ancient secrets buried, lost to time.
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Tick-Tock (a poem)
the ticking clock reminds me of dying,
descending into dim voids –
each second my body
devours itself
organs shift in pain
my brain pulses blood
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Time-Travelin’ (a 6-word story)
Unbreakable (a poem)
to say we were lost boys would be cliché
but clichés have ways
of cementing truths into language
like hard red suns that scorched West Philly & warm beers we guzzled ‘till we couldn’t walk straight & time went missing like a thief
who stole my innocence
& we packed into an old sedan on a road to nowhere &
perhaps, if time is not linear, this had to happen &
if free will is a myth, we had no choice in the matter,
merely swigging, smoking, fighting in adolescent wastelands
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Mammals (a poem)
we’re nothing but mammals
we walk, not crawl
through orange leaves
common in the fall
i’ve been in this house so long
i forget what it’s like out there –
hustle & bustle
breaking our backs
for snacks
& other goodies –
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