At some point
it all turns into a
corrupted console
video game horror
When I know the dream of me leaving the wharf at night after a long, hot day is only a dream
At some point
it all turns into a
corrupted console
video game horror
Tag Archives: work
Day 34, 2024
1.
1 am on the wharf watching
the flight patterns of UPS
planes tugs pushing south
towards the lock my coffee
my pipe: a watchman’s eucharist
a way of counting time
avoiding the clock
2. (post- sleep)
on the other side of the day
don’t overthink the afternoon sun
these graces come slowly
if at all
the habit of traffic watching
me and the dogs waiting
some shift in the wind
some makeshift divination
Day 21, 2024
what wanders out of the soup
is not always good for the ol’
fillet of the soles: be mindful then
the fog brings closer more
of the unseen – except
in negative relief