It smells like teen suicide

April 26, 2018

1.

Tingle fuzz

Lurking dread

Alone in a crowd

It smells like teen suicide

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Flow

March 15, 2018

I am like yesterday’s snow on branches

Today the branches are bare. The snow isn’t snow anymore. It’s water on its way back to the ocean.

The only thing permanent is the impermanence of flow

The snow is not supposed to stay forever.

What would be the point?

Things flow. That’s how it is.


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Death, Despair & Desperation

June 7, 2017

Deep Inside My Head

A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.

My body is here but where am I?

Deep inside my head

The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus

I dreamt a lacquered coffin

Now I see one

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