some poetry i wrote over the summer that i’m only just now getting around to posting. i just haven’t felt as inspired in recent years like how i used to. maybe it’s because all my plights and prayers have been answered and i’m not lonely anymore? the angst doesn’t come naturally? idk lol. i’m honestly not sure all the reasons why. but i’d like to get back into the flow of things some day :) anyways, here’s some summer series-esque concepts for your reading enjoyment (?) _____________________________________________________ from 80 feet up haman admires the view thinking about the color blue and how it’s so much better than the color purple how he hates all the kings of this earth and their favorite color purple “goddamn” he thinks to himself “this thing really came full circle” scarlet paintings red blood staining rearranging like i’m tearing out pages like i’m climbing from cages like i watched you swallow the key wishing it was me sun glistened watermelon rinds and those thoughts of being free i-10 is my friend i ride her curves i know her limits the calendar has never had so loose a hold on me is that a good thing (?) sundry strips of summer filter through my half-clean mind stain me like a temporary tattoo existential little imprints left behind i’d get a neck tattoo if emma let me —but maybe i’m not that guy after all, the thought of needles makes me wanna cry running thin my patience is on a diet take my apple replay ‘24 playlist and throw it in the blender frozen tunes and summer jams —slurp that shit down like the junkie that i am bottled is fine, but i prefer it from the can unless we’re talking glass bottle mexican coke and real sugar style (carful not to clink your teeth) spine shivering nerve shattering heart smattering feet pattering with the speed of one who was born to run born to never get caught born to think it over whether it’s true or it’s not like an engine slowly running out of steam before coming to that heart lurching motion sickening gear grinding rail-rubbing halt sparks fly and babies cry like absalom turned piñata summer just had to be stopped