windrag : poetry : journal

windy as this night ain’t no tellin’ who is there hot, oh man, it’s hot

humans: we’re the rock- breakers. let’s own it, keep it simple, stick to it.

silverfish. fresh paint jobs. young folks walking out at night, relaxed. bright streetlights. palm trees, high-end cars and strollers. questions: where are the artists moving?

face-plant off of bench ends in perfect tuck and roll “i meant to do that!”

too much dinner, feels like i swallowed the full moon an early bedtime