It Receded, Again
It receded, again, to hibernate on the opposite side of the sphere. The coolness of darkness veiled beach squatters to protect from the solitude to come.
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Grease me up
The mush of dense grease held between buns, insipid, dissolved with chews. The lunch time hunger did not dissuade from consumption. Instead I switched from burger to fry, fry to burger to disguise the patty. I listened to Morrissey playing in the background and admired the whiteness of the room. Continue reading
Here comes the sun
They drifted by like paper boats on a pond. Couldn’t stare long without sneezing, the brightness was seductively revealed by those clouds. Continue reading
Chair
Tempted to spin the shiny mass of leather that leaned casually against the wall. The geometric rays weathered it to a state of refinement. I sat on it, I did. Continue reading
Sunbeams
A passive afternoon was enlightened as sunbeams illuminated assemblages of steel. Chevy’s sheen pronounced confirmation of a glorious past. Continue reading
In the
In the alley echoes are born and conversations bounce off brick, falling, draining to the gutter. Sound extracted from the alley, unveiling an unpredictable luster. Continue reading
The Wall
The wall sustains a white Los Angeles, supremely contrasted against black piercings of lively scenes trapped under glass, to be studied for their photogenic semblance. Continue reading
Static, somewhat
On that Saturday I no longer remained static, only somewhat. The lighthouse garnished, like a cake topper on a grassy mound. On the climb I was repelled by its whiteness, and I rather not push the boundary. Instead I sat and looked, still, as the enormity of the drifting vessel moved our planes in a parallel … Continue reading
The Competing Source
The competing source is cognizant of its prominence; it leads and dictates the unfolding moments that result in transition. Its luminescence is persuasive, and conditions you to a new actuality; where it, thrives in protagonism. Continue reading
The perpetual rotation
Pantages balanced by hair thin cables in a dense atmospheric murk; pressured to humor multitudes of abstracted entities. Perpetual rotations exhaust a velvet interior; desired regard to remain unreciprocated. Continue reading
Deliverance
Bystander to a hypnotic deliverance, calculated sways; side to side gave me no choice, but to stay and enjoy. The harmonized hymns, hums, maneuvered my hand into my pocket, to release a discrete token of appreciation. Continue reading
W
Wednesday weighs with warmth, warranting walkers with wonder which wanes when whispers wring wounds. Continue reading
The Shield
The platinum vehicle shielded from stranger’s inspections and protected vulnerabilities, those pertaining to appearance. The wait prolonged comfort conceived in the stuffy compact before entering the thriving venue. Digits on the clock slowly changed forward and back, and droplets of perspiration gathered around the hairline. A whole five minutes, elapsed, a friend unaccounted for. Continue reading
Mirror Mirror
The manageable disarray holds space captive in a stagnant black and white. The mirror mirrors those qualities, which are undesirable and binding. The cluttered emptiness is engulfed with the weight of nothingness, and preserves its state, dignified. Continue reading
No step forward
The precipice revealed a concrete candor. It honored the fictitious boundary that segregated latitudes. It reflected on the array of intangible dimensions, if any. It observed from above, from an angle of permanence, to forsake a participating role in time. Continue reading
Leg up
They too, live for admiration; wrapped in sheer threads, seemingly enduring. The bait, still it waits, for a sight of validation. No leg up for the lured, must stay put for a formal invitation. Continue reading
In a World With Others 