a fresh start on the same old every day is the start of a new year
another trip around the sun sequel or original concept?
redacting fortunes from pulped tea leaves
fireworks of firepower black powder bedtime nursery rhyme
cow tools
hot air filling and following slug trail
reactor runoff returns causing localized weather events
the long night ends in an explosion of color and confetti
oh ‘twas the night…
the secret recipe leaked
—- Recommendation jingle jangle
the fog a stereotype of a curtain the trees a bad haircut
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the cycle begins anew brighter days ahead
scrip for the pharma company store syringe binge
Recommendation the rhythm achieved through repitition in this poem is mesmerizing
stone sheen smells of ancient sun and fossilized rot
screening the fog caught rain drops
the sweater sheds as you fold it in a little bit
your breath tastes too sour leisurely muffin pickles smokers paradise
red light: boxcar green light: boxcar train unmoved by suggestion
tapatapatapatapatypewriter 2.0 time tessellation
waiting for the birds to return hyphens
clouds of fumes and thunder crossing
metallic bones instrumental exoskeleton ecstatic drone machine
what can you spare? what can you break? currency of time
the horizon arrives with the rising sun
the marker marked the message expanded
the sky the leaves washed of vibrance
backup cam colorblocked slow roll
an over-reliance on literary device
hanging briefly in the sky before setting like a harvest sun pumpkin
an ode to zoom fatigue
beet root sunset stained glass sky
consensual stabbing dead culture cocktail. $5 off
tis the season when an unexpected turn steers you into the heat death of the universe
almost more noticeable in their absence acorns
tuning in to the transmissions six string seance
like a carpet worn as the cliche but it works
raptor draws arcs across the windowpane
—- Hi-Q Time Machine 2020: laughter 2019: bonfire
a day to gather and give thanks in stretchy pants
it’s beginning to look a lot like air fresheners took over the used car lot
—- i always find it funny how seemingly every abandoned parcel becomes a firework stand and/or tree lot depending on the holiday
pink clouds dance through the blazing swan song
night bloom moon on a branch
out for a stroll the neighborhood crows
the moment dripping with alchemy’s obsession
microburst of swirling leaves november afternoon
nature does not bow to the muse but carries on its merry way
the rope knotted & tugging & the pull of sleep
setting sun storm
the clock ticks over the leaves change down the tracks time cycles
compost bin elevated above the downspout sprouts a sapling
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