I was there like usual, eyes bent forward, awkwardly groping the hands ahead of mine. I was sitting there like the rest of them, little hands and feet, dimples under the brow, without the mentionable attitude, the desirable trait. the trade winds worried my arms as they sunk to the floor, without my comfort I [...]
eyes are golden I said, remembering my deeds. I was a coward then I said. I said I was dull, but I never meant to hurt the very face of equality. I was tired and all that. I kept saying the same words to you, but you don’t hear anymore do you? so I said [...]
I can only think of a few times when I was forced to remember own attitude towards the world. many of those times I was blessed a futile attitude towards my own work. I had no bearing or thought process regarding the talented tenants of my backwards renditions of the dramatic plague. I was only [...]
eyes wide, my own fate gleaming ahead of me, i was tired, he was too, but i could do nothing. i was felt and alone. i was discouraged, but i was not the one they needed. they had more and less and all together. i was his friend i thought. i would always be his [...]
his eyes gleaming, with power abounding, his fists laid to the right of the curve, with passion frothing forward, dipping towards the lights beneath him. his hands like the world and the minds of his friends alone beyond the future. we are here to fight he said. we heard him with impunity and landed again [...]
listen closely as i spit the honest truth towards your windshield. i get sincere compliments on my capabilities and my intrepid endeavors. i sit idly while you and your comrades are hidden behind me, not quite expecting me to live but still wondering how on earth the world could sit still while we all wind [...]
his eyes are sparking into my own. i sit endearingly while i manage the rhyme scheme in my hands, the microphone trembles as i sit up thoughtfully, not quite mistaking myself for the future of commerce, i am the jello pudding in the wider scheme. i am not the virtuous cadaver, mistaking passivity for enlightenment. [...]
the hourly glasses in the cockroach, in the sitting den where the worlds collided, i ask you nicely for a match and a cigar. you light my cigar and kiss your wife’s hands gently, reminding her that yes you are indeed a gentleman, not just some fad idiot with a mustache and an accent. no [...]
as the fruit falls and the cavernous regions of the soul are registered up high where the clouds are rotten and the sky is falling, we sit delightfully observing the cosmology of our faces.
his eyes on fire, with hands awakened by the thunderbolt. i was sitting quietly at the desk when the time arose to hear the secrets i was forgetting. i was not amused or delighted. i was taken far from myself. i had only eyes and ears and the occasional loss of sensation, but i was [...]