writing

i write a lot, sometimes for school & sometimes for myself. i'm still figuring out a way to code longer works without forcing folks to scroll through everything on the same page, as a lot of what i write tends to be very long. formatting in html in general is super hard, so i've decided to just post one poem for now until i find a better alternative.

Patron Saint of Tall Bridges

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I have always admired your

intellect, and your words

“It’s a farce”

3. (noun) an absurd event;

the world; Darwin;

me; these halting phrases

I, personally, have borrowed

everything,

I stole my laugh and

the way I go up and down stairs

I’ve always been a pretender

because deep down we’re all

conmen in the greatest caper

of all time featured in

the shittiest drive-through

b-picture known to man

I’d like to think

that when I die

my body will be devoured

by birds

It’s the least I can do

What I’m trying to say is

I have seen butterflies bearing

stars upon their backs,

and I suppose the fact of the matter is

I have seen pebbles from the

riverbed look like sparking flint in

my hands,

and I guess my point is

that night I dreamt a brown spotted dog

was hit by a car and dragged

several feet along the road,

and the blood didn’t wash away for weeks,

and I guess what I’m trying to say is

I started listening to that band

you like a little while ago,

and I guess what I’m trying to say is

were I trapped in a cave with nothing but

the soft embrace of limestone against

my shoulders that in the dark

with all that pressure my last thoughts,

my final transmission, would include an ode to my

Patron Saint of Tall Bridges,

who sings roadkill blues played

on broken guitar strings,

and I guess what I’m trying to say is

we should watch a movie

together sometime again,

and I guess what I’m trying to say is

nothing lasts forever but

if you pushed me I’d pull you,

and I guess what I’m trying to tell you is

I’m glad you’re a coward

and I guess what I’m trying to scream is

here is my

hand

OUTSIDER: Let’s get tha loot and get outta this dump.

MINOTAUR: You said it, chuck.

Exit MINOTAUR and OUTSIDER.