Camp(y)

The battery in my walkman has died.
pulling the phones out of my ears
i raise my head
looking into the face
of unfathomable weight, power
rock god titan.
a mesozoic eye regards my size
the moutain has found me wanting.

Typical

Cruising down the road in a thirteen ton truck, with a dish of butter chicken, an unhinged frenchman at the wheel, "stuck in middle" on the radio and my honey waiting for me with shakesphere at home.
Alright I'm bragging, but I didn't want to give readers the impression I was emo.

Lapis Lazuli harmony

The heron's beak
is an arching spire
piercing the tinfoil-bitter-blue.

He provides the path
from the Thunder God's fury
through the crown of my skull
through my vertebrae
My feet rooted.
My ears are open.

Fill me with dirt,
I have cleaned my plate.

Carpet Dentum Appointment

Carried in my mouth
I held angry-metal
in my teeth, dagger-sharp