"candles" burning bright, this slow, so slow, fading light. therm al arms to light the night, supplied by you and me to kill Gazan kids, acrid the smoke of their smoldering. #poetry | #resist

hang the basterds.

"slow crash" sponsored sport spun out on bad bets, a sea hawk land ing on the field, 1,00 0:1 just pu t $50 on it for the fun. saw to fore the game. saw to on the field. them Ads ann ouncing the game told me too. #poetry fuck the pats. and whats draft king doing here.

apple on a wall #poetry | #art

moment to no one

"lies on tele prompters" hands held too fast, wrist wrung raw. saw too much, too much normal day to day in this slow rolling boil we broil in. blood blis tering in our veins. hot summer coming, better be ready to bag some ICE. #vss365 | #blood

Nail It To a Wall #poetry | #resist

mushmaking #poetry | #resist

"the cause" Wrapped in the glimmering gause, held tight to bet ter hold the peaces in. wound held close in his arms. #vss365 | #wound

old and new #art #photography

"and the sun still shall rise" coffers kept klosed, kaleidoscope of cruelty their only offer, amerikkka keeping at it, "good goys" keeping up appearances, robes whipping in the wind. better to batter the basterds, fuck ers'll fry either way. cruelty our final offer. #Cassiopeian | #Offer

"tomorrow" brought to un comfort, bent low like a prayer. supplicated in bystander's stare, held here, sent there. brutalized like someones left to care. uncomfort sta ring straight back, so few by standers left to stare these days. #emoetry | #uncomfortable

"home" formed from found fings. singing see- bird squawking, slow-brined. spit shined in the salty spray, there, sea: find the nest she rests in, concrete and long broken beams to keep the cool and heat far from little birds feet. #Nest | #WildWalkPrompt

"almost LED" light switch in the dark, dusk a dusty detri tous to tussle in night air. flickering, in need of a change, bumping back and forth, light switch a pendulum to lament. binary brought to the gleam we seem to cling to, passivity in the lingering lambent, feeding fires to admire. #vss365

taxes were the com promise no? i miss them anarchists spooking rich shits into building bibliotecas. back to basics i guess.

"fence sitting" spun round, soul caught on the barbed wire we bought, pain punctuating every mo ment a top ou r fen ce. borders built o'er bodies to bloody their kin. #vss365 | #soul | #pain

"swamp of" watch the blocka wood walking forward. stonewall marching on. bricks breaking on ice cubes till they melt in OUR molten mire. waiting to warm, at last, by the fire. #poetry is #protest.

"manmade" shades lain on concrete. replete with the long starved heat, bones buried in a- tomic ash, shadows blasted into blooming glass. carved into concrete, the sin of history's winners, winnowing what few grains remain. #vss365 | #shadow it's about nukes.

it's snowing in southtown

"At Thanksgiving, Cooked Geese" #Poem #Poetry #Writesky

"to don" blind mind finds long held lines, cruelty wrinkling face folds. mold growing bold. mildew obfuscating our nation. ne'er-do-wells feeling oh so swell in the brown shirts they sell. monsters donning manskin. #vss365

Q #vss365 | #quiver

oh hey i have one of those

"remnant of" Light lingering, then waning away again. Dusk's delight in Day's gradual flight, Sun sinking into Horizon's hold, held tender till the Dawn's glow makes her peak in again and again. Circling still, drain always seems stuck as we try to stay. #vss365 | #wane

ship on velvet

forms foisted outta boredom brought on. echolocating into entropy. say something once, why say it again? #poem

Nail it To a Wall #poetry #poem #resist this summer will be a scorcher.

But Not HaHa, Y'know? #poetry #poem #fallout #walmart saw an ad with that guy from Fallout and White Lotus advertising for them boys in blue at Walmart. Life imitating art I guess.

untitled #poem #poetry

This Stupor Soon Shall End #vss365 | #seethe

Meat Grinder #vss365 / #flinch / #rein #style / #potential / #doorway

Placed #vss365 | #parallel #poetry #poem #art

wine drunk in the hard blunk light. too bright for fright to blight. waiting for the ice to flow away. winter day walking slow-like a way. #poem

Glass Shore

cypress still

drip

Under Cassiopeia #Poetry | #Art

pavement teeming w/ #Emoetry | #Gloom | #Poetry | #Art

"wandering to work" droplets drizzling down, rain drowning out the rushed car sounds. #vss365 | #drizzle

kleptocracy keeps klinging, oligarchary bleeding us dry eye's blinded by corrupt cops cupping at the tarcels of fascist cretins, bastards all bar none , not the FBI, not the IRS, not the ICE, rotted apples all this alphabetic cartel of cunts craning ever closer toward that french kiss we miss.

"ho me co mi ng" uni on boy balancing on steel floor, boots cli cking, pickling a bit in the acridity, but a beer'll bring that bright bit back to fore, better to enjoy the night with then. hard hands holding on.

"been here before" ground gone out from under you. plucked like the corpse of another nation near enough to care. likely stare. lingering along on these few things to which we cling. watching as it all erodes again, this mound we've made along our shore. #RetroArtPrompt | #Erodes

called "haste" the dandelions mourning dew dropping from their face wet, the boot's lace #WildWalkPrompts | #Dew

"aid" acetaminophen finding purchase in these things of ours. hands harrow ed in these toll ta king times. hard work to lend a helping hand. watching another kid turned eyeless to pig parade, watching the an- other wave try to wash it all a way. #Cassiopeian | #Aid

"bombs in caracas, in columbus" all around, aid aggrandizing as an aquittal. altruistic; like the shock and awe we brought. #Cassiopeian | #Aid / #Awe

throw Bones, read reality in the clicking digits; Cannibal Animal meandering us ever closer, horses drinking at our polluted delta, plastics plucking at these strings. throw Stones, form fractures in the falling night. #WildWalkPrompt | #Stones

carry on #art | #poetry

nearly there now, almost at the bottom of this oil drum, slick in the filth we've made. nearly there now, not much further to stoop be fore we touch our toes to the base, nothing left to limbo under, just the reality we've made. nearly there no w, may as well light a match to see. #vss365 | #stoop

slipping slapdash into ash. hillside holding what few words may stay, lining our shore. plasticated mass stuck wan ting for more, clinging as always. as ever. #vss365 | #slapdash

"rocks, outta nowhere" a surprise ain't it. suddenly there; like a stork slinkin in. sunshine delivered right to your- door. watch; stones thrown like bones. prophecy read into pigface. #vss365 | #delivery