Archive for June, 2015


June 18, 2015

Your hair, a typhoon-ravaged backyard. Your shoes do not match your watch and your watch doesn’t match your reflection. You watch: monkey as emulated indignation. You pull the minutes back, release them all in a chosen hour hoping to shoot the day to the moon. You walk longer routes for songs to finish playing, movement of clouds and balloons—a somber painting. Where do these beautiful dolls come from? Head in the supple hills of their chest, you dream of a girl whose skin you sink in. Like Titanic, there’s death in the depths of these days that put a dent on your head.