Little blue line Blinking thought blank Beckoning mine Blue, blank, blue, blank . . . Oh! I ought! Ought Write … More
Production quick, Consumption quick, No pens that write. Only mouse-clicks Upon the faces To boundless places Where mind gets sick … More
And it flies, it flies Away. Another’s window. Quick. Can you see it? pt. 1
In the flight of the Navigator taking off, taking off. Away.
Our blackened, blistered, battered bare feet Sink softly in silent sand step by step. Through dark salt water air, … More
At night I fight brain Wars. To bring light I write with This pen as my sword. Waves of … More
Poet knows it, sows It, grows it, then shows it. All To let go of it.
Floating thoughts of salt water sticky skin, Sweet ocean smell, sunburnt, and sand stuck in My lungs, my brain; … More
Information explodes Brain. Mindless videos load While mind unloads.