every mother is sleeping with their eyes open.
no sister can listen.
the animals only argue.
brothers are hopeless reckless
and the father feels are holy fearful.
you climb the silo and pull the top off.
it is empty.
you grab the sky and jump,
pulling the whole world in with you.
hayride, for one.
We’ve never seen the ocean.
But we have seen waves of fog,
crashing over vainglorious fields,
like a storm of ghosts.
We swing axes at the mist,
The time is coming: we will
Live in a world where
Emojis have syllables
Head south toward Evergreen drive
Turn left on Spring Road
In one thousand feet turn left.
Listen to the GPS
It just had me go
In a big giant circle.
Let’s call it an adventure.
Let’s take it easy
We are early anyway.
When wicked waters lap upon the shore;
And coral lighting flashes in the sky;
If chills arrive upon a distant roar;
It’s safe to say a pirate ship is nigh.
Twenty thousand leagues have frothed with tales;
Of butchers, rogues and demon ne’er do wells;
Vessels powered by skinned and bloodied sails;
Killers ripping through the ocean’s swell.
Bodies! bloody bodies! hooks and rum!
They’re coming for your village off the coast!
So tell your wives and children now, to run!
The tender ones they tend to hurt the most.
Wait!! Thursday night might be your saving grace:
They’re too distracted, watching RuPaul’s Drag Race.