see the people, watch them wearing the hats and suits and jewelry that you wore once and wish you could don again even if only for a night see all the different faces you could make and varied words you could picture uttering from your mouth long for a myriad of realities that are notContinue reading “the hats I once wore”
Tag Archives: humanity
reflections of me
these people they aren’t real human beings simply reflections visions of what I could have looked like if I’d eaten more cake eaten less cake gone back to school biked more decided yellow was my favourite learned to juggle learned to settle gave up never took no for an answer
unsafe working conditions
is this really it? you and me and my aunts and uncles and most kids I went to school with we all bought tickets to THIS fucking ride? the twists and turns it seems to offer are those it uses to squeeze your heart warp your brain and bend your spine at first it seemsContinue reading “unsafe working conditions”
overheard discourse of your average yuppy
what do you do for fun outdoor activities mainly I try not to work so hard meeting people, that can be fun trying to you know keep a balance
cocaine
Jesus sometimes you become so blind you just stop noticing how much cocaine is coursing through your favourite bar or your best friend’s party until you begin to see how often the people check their phones of how little people are concerned with sitting down how the postures become more erect, pronounced how the womenContinue reading “cocaine”
the great accomplishments of humankind
the pyramids and skyscrapers that reach to the clouds we’ve walked on the moon and cured cancer but we’re most proud of our ability to ignore skin colour and text while we jog
another opening night, again
another opening night looms ahead right around the corner just a block away a sleep one massage of dreams before the lights and clapping (hopefully) before I put my routine on hold in order to become a spectacle for an hour, tomorrow I will once again dance and sing hit my marks (hopefully) will itContinue reading “another opening night, again”
putting up the wall
what level of concentration do I need to hold on my face so I won’t be disturbed how distressingly intent must my gaze be to ensure my peace goes unmolested
man of ages
the man, old fellow is he past the prime of health and zeal shoulders heavy with memories pulling himself hand over hand through the day life has been long, losses many pains severe he doesn’t ask much all he wants is a moment of your attention and, of course the last word
sweat
the dog days of summer when people trudge through their jobs sweating in the oppressive heat when even retail workers store clerks and airport runway technicians have the weighty drive of farmers in a field
