May 29, 2024 at 4:40 AM

I am a storm

Waves of plankton

Foam and acid

A bath of time traveling 

Little dudes 

I am a storm of burning horses 

Hurling themselves into the sea 

Burrowing baby horses, burning into the sand in the sea

I am a storm of midnights 

Many words for deep purple 

violent IOUs

On a body 

On a sea

You’ve never been able to read

I am every midwesterners 

Nightmare sky 

Brown-green and full of guilty promises 

Carrying sediment through the air at high speeds 

A bath of time traveling earth 

I am a storm 

Pressed into a body 

Pressed into small hot space 

A wet bag of anxious body 

Pressed into the sky

The bathroom light blinks off again 

White noise

At least there’s coffee

At least there’s a body 

And a sky coming alive 

The cat is on my chest

But the alarm brings no such releases 

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I am working my way through poems and songs I’ve written in the past 6 months and am going to share some here. Writing always comes in waves for me but it’s a muscle I would like to exercise more regularly.