you are like the sun:

oblivious to time’s existence

wake up at noon to eat dessert

and watch television reruns.

you are sleepless nights

and grease stained fingers

covered in cuts and bruises and scabs.

you are like the war

Like clockwork revaluations to new forgotten ideas lined up in my mind like young adult novels on my ratty old grey bookcases, I live stories lined up in many different tenses    dog-eared identities taking place in crises fueled hourglass clocks, if there is one thing I’ll never run ou

You would think the sidewalks were made from gold

From all the rumors regarding this place

A fabrication that is bought and sold

Tradition is lies into lemonade

The fragility of life will always terrify me.

Sometimes I feel so vulnerable, 

thinking of all the ways my life could spontaneously end –

the accidents

the inflictions

what I inflict.