Pilot gas, 4 p.m.

Customer eighty,
Shower's ready at stall five.
Buy your single-serve
Soap and get the key from the
Desk. You have fifteen minutes.

Percocet

Vivid percocet
Dreams. Antibiotics, crash
Of garbage trucks in
That place between waking sleep,
Haze memories, and nightmares.

Restarting

For anyone that might read this, I apologize for not updating in a while. I began writing my next project, and it's going so well that I've been focusing on it. 21 writing days in and I'm over 30,000 words.

I'll try to do a bit more short-form, mostly tanka I think. I also may update you on my writing progress now and then.

Hang in there. I am.

Volare

Volare. To fly,
Planes and clouds and wind
And me, up, up, far away.
Volare. Eyes shut, deep breath,
Face the sun. Here comes the drop.

Placebos

I stare at the sun
Until I see spots. Later
I'll read about death
Certificates and browse old
Magazines at vintage stores
While deciding how
Best to enjoy placebos.