[dis] [com] b [ob] u l a t i o n s

cold hearted brute


stately plump


haven’t you heard?

there’s no such thing

as a second quarter life crisis.

the worst thing you can do

is act on your fears simply by

failing to act at all

because we ain’t stupid

and we can see right through it

but there’s always that

nagging feeling that reminds 

us that we’re the ones who are

in the way. 

shaker quaker

feel the rumble of time

escaping quickly now

though not yet muted by 

the absent whistling of the wind

which rattles the cupboards 

off its hinges (ever so)slightly. There was

a soft glow behind her head

before they invented the fluorescent light

bulb—bulbous globe-shaped

beacons of light that you could cup

in your hand till it glowed a rich deep

red from within your palms’s center. Embossed within

were those creases, seeming to state

with more clarity and with definitive 

totality your future’s sorry fate. 

sonorous or sinuous 

is this just a sketch or a dedication?

habitual breakup

Embarrassment often lingers longer than we’d like it to.

You know how unhealthy it is

Yet you can’t seem to shake yourself of it.

Replaying these moments passed is how we live.

Operating on the fact that our habits

are ingrained in our memories, muscle and mind,

You have to understand that

We are machines too. And just like machines

We can break.

And we make them how we like it:

Over easy, scrambled, toasted, and shaken

Not stirred.

You’re too easy

To get caught

Up in this hype.

Relapse, relax

And trick yourself to let it go.

shits been done

shits been long done so many times over

over call foul spread them stick up them

holy mother fucker. holy. slowly wholly. 

the flowers of evil ain’t got nothing on this shit. 

everyones trying to do the same fucking thing, but no one can find the right way to put it

hard put to it. jingle. pickle juice. plum cakes for breakfast

i do not believe that you actually know more than i do. 

back-to-back. head-to-head. side-to-side.

living to linger. fucking linger a little longer wont you

just trying to get

laid, inlaid by gloomy 

poor old bloom. 

catch a tiger by its tail

pin it on the rump. hump

catching air, in passing

hickory artificial smoke

tempting but get just a whiff

rub the little bump. not only

always a bit too soon to tell

heel toe heel toe heel toe heel

fake. fake fake fake fake fake fake fake

slip slip no slip slip slip no slip drip drip 

piano piano forte forte pppppffffffffff