Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.
Who in their right mind would acquire 2 overhead projectors, anyway?
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre