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I watch you in your underwear
beget the beast of bellingham.
You carve her such a tired stare
no timid eyes, a sunken glare
that cry, "I AM, AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT BLOWS THE WIND IN BELLINGHAM."
Outside you hear her rumbling
the treetops gust and groan;
"We are alive tonight to sing
the beast she's finally home!"
The door-frame creaks, you mark and streak
her face appears at last.
She croons, "I AM AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT TOWERS OVER BELLINGHAM."
the beast, by God! she's vast.
beget the beast of bellingham.
You carve her such a tired stare
no timid eyes, a sunken glare
that cry, "I AM, AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT BLOWS THE WIND IN BELLINGHAM."
Outside you hear her rumbling
the treetops gust and groan;
"We are alive tonight to sing
the beast she's finally home!"
The door-frame creaks, you mark and streak
her face appears at last.
She croons, "I AM AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT TOWERS OVER BELLINGHAM."
the beast, by God! she's vast.
Literature
grow up they said
here's what it is to be an adult
you pay off your credit cards
and a day later, your hot water heater is no longer working and is leaking all over your garage
you didn't bother to research options
so when you finally realize you can get a cheaper alternative to your fancy coffee drink
you've probably 'wasted' at least $75. on coffee.
you buy things on other peoples' recommendations
and are quickly disenchanted
either with the things, the people, or just buying things in general
you stop hearing
or is it listening
and the magic settles into your bones instead of your eyes
and sparks up at new moments, the baby's laugh,
the way you
Literature
Muse
i yell at the clouds between sunrise dreams
their whispy constellations forming unresolved patterns
that hide and wink with conspiracy
"the devil is in the details"
she said,
but her voice is more whisper than sound
and I wonder if she was ever really here
i climb into bed and close the sheets behind me
to lock away the day
hiding my fears behind the substance of sleep and repetition
"identity is not who you are"
she said,
"but what you do"
and her voice is more thought than whisper
and I wonder if she was ever more than me
Literature
A Sudden Flight
Ink-black birds scatter,
Writing lines of free verse
Across a paper sky.
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