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garish colours in a sandbox
and the deep Carolina blue sky
that has seen all
arched its back overhead
and watched
as the current flicked out
and the beds of the pools started
drying
the yucca here are special
you cannot touch them
they feel like straw
they bend a little
and crinkle
the dust motes on the concrete land come from above
there is dust everywhere
dirt.
the parched concrete floor is white and
marbled with dust-banks
places where the wind
reached down to slow itself
as it careened through the
empty spaces.
you can see the gaps in between slabs
places dotted where foliage began to
soak through.
they are wrinkles.
filled with sixty year old dirt
and slips of straw.
there is quiet decay.
there are arcades
foam and sun falling through their ceilings
there are hanging signs waiting.
in the middle of nowhere
you cannot read them
aloud.
and the deep Carolina blue sky
that has seen all
arched its back overhead
and watched
as the current flicked out
and the beds of the pools started
drying
the yucca here are special
you cannot touch them
they feel like straw
they bend a little
and crinkle
the dust motes on the concrete land come from above
there is dust everywhere
dirt.
the parched concrete floor is white and
marbled with dust-banks
places where the wind
reached down to slow itself
as it careened through the
empty spaces.
you can see the gaps in between slabs
places dotted where foliage began to
soak through.
they are wrinkles.
filled with sixty year old dirt
and slips of straw.
there is quiet decay.
there are arcades
foam and sun falling through their ceilings
there are hanging signs waiting.
in the middle of nowhere
you cannot read them
aloud.
Literature
Caffeine
Lately,
I hate the taste of coffee.
Even though I’d grown to love it.
I used to swear it wasn’t for me,
but then I started thinking that maybe I’d been missing out
by just ordering cookies at the coffee shop.
And I’d asked you,
“How have I gone without it for this long?”
It keeps me awake,
Smells like home,
and gives me a break to look forward to.
I liked it so much I even started drinking it
without sugar.
But now, as I sit here
forcefully sipping a mug
of mostly milk and syrup,
I wonder if the reason I’m hating the taste
is because the reason I liked it
was you.
Literature
decemberites
im shivering and cold
but nothing compares to the old
joy that christmas brings
im so happy i could sing!
days spent sampling candy
make me feel so dandy
i wish i could wrap up this feeling
my happiness reaches up to the ceiling
i want to cover it in santa-print paper
and unwrap it a few months later
i wish it was christmas all the time
because december is the perfect month to rhyme
Literature
Untitled
simple pleasures -
the message hidden
in my coffee cup
☕️
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