All posts in January 2022

Cracks in the asphalt  Filled with what looks like black glue Cover the streets  All the way to town.  Crowded tree-lined streets with  Strangely designed ancient homes. Some are green or purple, Others have ornate gates, But they all have emerald lawns  The oily black stripes  Hold the gray asphalt together  Assaulted winter after winter …

I think they pick up the garbage On Fridays Because by Wednesday  Bloated, bulging bags line the street.  By Thursday, the sidewalks are decreased To one-way traffic  Made narrow by towers of it.  But by Friday,  They’re relieved.  This week,  Christmas trees join the junk on the curb  Dying and laid on their sides  Sucked…

I was misunderstood from a young age. I remember staring up at my parents, begging and pleading, quite clearly, I thought, but all they heard was babble. All anyone ever heard was babble. I eventually stopped trying and resorted to silence. People were afraid of me, I suppose. When the hysteria began, I tried to…