continuing themes.im in this sort of fiery phase.
i feel like its time to get ignited despite the wetness of life at this moment . id like to strike like a dry match.
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waiting in the basementWe are waiting in our basements at 2 a.m. Where our hearts still and we breathe shallow fast with confused urgency. When the overhead lightbulb pops. flickers.waiting in the basement
Blackness crowds the cement underbelly. We walk up and down the creaky flight, duck our heads before the fifth stair.
Oh the comforts of repetition.
Memorizing each day
Grumbles of threadbare berber carpet beneath bare and dirty toes. Thick soft dust collecting in the corners fades out and becomes the background. Only when the lightbulb breaks do the stifled images begin to flood.
Feathery centipedes starting colonies in
by ~MadAboutSaffron
bicycle trycicle.I'm home you are far.bicycle trycicle.
far away as two people with no wheels and a land mine could be.
did i say two people? I meant three. spinning around and over, under and between.
my legs. your lips and his letters are no match for my breathless mind. relentless pride. my aching body. flesh upon scintillating flesh. yours mine his was it ever really ours? i spotted the notion then, glinting in the noon sun. jutting out from beneath the tired rubble. our skin cloaked in soot and smoke. the explosion lasted but one moment, red orange white against the turquoi
by ~MadAboutSaffron
i wander. i wake.Restless i wander restless i wakei wander. i wake.
if all the restless fools could lose rest together
things could only get better and better as we sleep awake and dream in waning sunlight dripping through the chimney and the tropical tree gravity holds us in its bated breath
warm and moist. wrought with the musk of time.
a billion years. a moment under the setting sun.
patient i wander. patient i wake.
by ~MadAboutSaffron
Rise and fall I am the elevator floor. I am thirty square feet. You walk all over me every day. The dirt falling from your soles hides in my tiny dents and crevices. Sweet crumbs gather in my steel corners from countless pastries and donuts stolen from the employee refrigerator. The lonesome midnight janitor, Guillaume, missed those spots as he crooned softly in his native French at 4 AM this morning. The rise and fall from floor to floor since the sun rose is my familiar breath. It is 11 AM. I have grown accustomed to the world passing by in breaths, rise and descent, just as you have learned to do with your strange organs and soft tissues thaRise and fall
by ~MadAboutSaffron
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