Photo by James Pond Know – a fool and his bravado are soon parted. Pick your battles, dear.
It is written That a distant shoreline May appear to tower Above its true height The rays bent And displaced you Alway shifting Not imaginary Painfully tangible Appearing in mirrors And on film And crossing thresholds Uninvited
No matter how loyal you are How hard you fight for your team You can’t win They play every side And laugh While you cheer them To the finish line
What the hell were you thinking? When the rose colored glass falls away The veils lifts And the oxytocin Vacates the veins It’s easy to realize That choosing them Was a form of self harm And that choosing you Is the only way To stop
It might be a conspiracy but we’re all in on it donning robes in the moonlight worshipping secretly at the altars of the things we denounce in public We are the shadowy rulers sentencing the innocents to their fate We point fingers and throw smoke bombs hiding in a great shroud of secrecy We’ve taken…
Today the sleeping dogs can lie; because I’ve not seen a bluer sky.
“You’ll be so mad at yourself if you eat that,” he said. So I had the beans and rice instead of the mac n cheese. In retrospect, it made sense that they sculpted his leftovers into an aluminum foil pig. Photo by Fabian Blank