coke bubble
explode
top of water
jiggles
Sam shakes table
Jiggling intesifies
Bubbles move upwards
Pause on edge
Explode
A bubble lives on
the surface
briefly
Pop.
Bubbles pop other bubbles
The surface shakes.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Donk Memes Bro
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Will be a year since we last fucked:
Oh honey- bah- word distorted by time flow,
Aborted by the tick-tock arrow,
I am left riddled with diseases
My mind overrun by a little farrow.
(by shit! be precise! by shit!)
Sometimes you cross my mind,
But other times you trudge as if in mud:
The Swamp!
(I drew a "Go Gators" from your phallic breath)
And the pallium disintegrates in water,
A foot stamps down into the bog,
What dopamine can replace thee?
What serotonin sooths my current groaning
Over memories of yester-moaning?
Fog. Fog. Fog.
The brief candle is lit,
And the tempest comes to blow it out.
"I have an STD!" I say,
"Sexually transmitted depression!"
I laugh at my own joke
like the ox braying under yoke
Until I choke on smoked liquid grain,
And vainly swear to abstain:
Memories of trembling in Richmond rain.
A word from you could make me rise,
Wake me, shake me to again feel alive
But to leave the ground but a few feet
Would break these weak heart and knees:
I (would) fall so quick to my demise.
Love is a poor player on Shakespeare's stage,
Deceit and settlement, dust kicked up,
All shall lose as I have lost (and will do again),
All shall bruise, until that final exhaust.
Separate them, oh newest daemon,
The difference between life and love!
I strut and fret within barren room,
Within the past, my mind entombed.
Who tells the tales?
With drunkness or passion?
What does it signify?
Will be a year since we last fucked:
Oh honey- bah- word distorted by time flow,
Aborted by the tick-tock arrow,
I am left riddled with diseases
My mind overrun by a little farrow.
(by shit! be precise! by shit!)
Sometimes you cross my mind,
But other times you trudge as if in mud:
The Swamp!
(I drew a "Go Gators" from your phallic breath)
And the pallium disintegrates in water,
A foot stamps down into the bog,
What dopamine can replace thee?
What serotonin sooths my current groaning
Over memories of yester-moaning?
Fog. Fog. Fog.
The brief candle is lit,
And the tempest comes to blow it out.
"I have an STD!" I say,
"Sexually transmitted depression!"
I laugh at my own joke
like the ox braying under yoke
Until I choke on smoked liquid grain,
And vainly swear to abstain:
Memories of trembling in Richmond rain.
A word from you could make me rise,
Wake me, shake me to again feel alive
But to leave the ground but a few feet
Would break these weak heart and knees:
I (would) fall so quick to my demise.
Love is a poor player on Shakespeare's stage,
Deceit and settlement, dust kicked up,
All shall lose as I have lost (and will do again),
All shall bruise, until that final exhaust.
Separate them, oh newest daemon,
The difference between life and love!
I strut and fret within barren room,
Within the past, my mind entombed.
Who tells the tales?
With drunkness or passion?
What does it signify?
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Ode for Beta
I'm her gay best friend
But I'm straight as a platonic line
Extruded as a square
Protruding into space as a cube:
Christ! I'm crucified on a tesseract
In the friendszone.
I dream perfect polytopes
Tessellating into the n-dimensions
Fitting together on every side
Faces resting against faces
Membranes penetrating membranes
Do our angles add up?
Anywhere between her (here?) and infinity?
Does the series converge?
Is there a point?
...
I dream a point
Squeezed
Underneath crucification
Underneath space
Underneath flatland
Underneath straightness.
I dream a point
Stuck together
Infinitely small
Against the backdrop of everything.
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