the tide is in and i’m nearly certain
the fisherman finds it significant.
all i can think about is the calmness of the sea, and how few have seen it from so many different beaches.
the tide is in and i’m nearly certain
the fisherman finds it significant.
all i can think about is the calmness of the sea, and how few have seen it from so many different beaches.
“the violently shaking house”
“the undoer”
“corn syrup baby”
“i wish i could eat different food”
when i read through, i remember
the police laughing
“this house doesn’t shake so bad”
they said
he must’ve not had the spirit for it
everyone thought
when i read through, i remember
how he kept repeating
“i wish i could write different stuff”
“everybody wants to read different stuff
but this is all i feel”
and i wonder what happened
to the corn syrup baby
growing in a stagnant puddle in his shower
i wonder what came from that cesspool
if it killed him or if he killed it
if so he didn’t say so
in his journals.