Sunday, 25 September 2022

edvard munch

in my dark night of despair 

i think of you and your sister 

there. painting her in bed 

her red red hair. the tuberculin

stare. wondering how god could

forsake us   #katyamills

Saturday, 24 September 2022


this place got it all

we come because there's nothing here

not even technology

where we no longer get charmed 

out of our honesty

this place got it all


Friday, 23 September 2022


the sun kept a greater distance 

so as not to be too punishing

the moon was closer yet soft and sweet

like a lullaby

you could look her in the eye

and did not need any 




the sun was burning things

no one could stop it

the sun was trying to reach us

to touch us

the sun wanted to be known

to communicate to be felt deeply 

to be seen the sun 

was not unlike us after 




i was overthinking again

ideas spillin out my head makin 

a rainbow mist

a little kid appeared on the sidewalk

started collecting the residue

grasping it weighing it then

assembled some strange 

new toy 


Wednesday, 21 September 2022

a poor man

a wealthy man they claimed who 

in his hats and boots and watch with chain

six years after turning decisively to his work

forever watching her step off in the rain

died also of a broken heart


farewell the queen

they push the cannons out 

the royal arms. a typewriter

dashing ink on a page

running through the faces 

farewell the queen farewell

blush streaked with tears

all along a high fence

with spears