A train roars
A pot boils
Stars light the sky

Sun climbs
Children shoot up
Rainstorms supply

The bouganvilla starts from seed
Unfolding cool magenta leaves
Till earth compells it to recede

And I just sit here
Waiting.

The Strangest

Last night I dreamt of zoetropes.



Poolside

Now I see the world through goggled eyes
It's all there is left of me
There's nothing in my way
So say
you glumly

Oh it isn't right to leave it so
This lingering affection
The swimming pool is here
It's mere
perfection

Today Only Boredom

I sit in my third-floor isolation listening to the disco pumped in through the internet radio and think about The Picture of Dorian Gray and what I'm gonna do with my paycheck. I am anywhere but work right now.