short stories

I could wait for an explosion

To expel me from here

And fly anywhere without fear

I could fall asleep with the bugs

And wake up to see

What is left of me.

I could set myself on fire

I'd lie in the aisle during my wedding

and watch my bride trample over me

I could think so hard that my

brain becomes liquid and experience

the clouds scattering my existence

I could see the world as numbers

And get an erection

for seductive equations

I could beat my heart

And throw it as a water balloon

To burst upon the world

Thank you for the freewill.

I'm not sure I was ready.

falling for....

Let me hear the syrup of your sermon

So that I may know why this life makes you tremble

Play us sitting together

We crash loudly, the wreckage is terrible

Life lost not of old age but of a flowering forever

The learned satisfaction

This place created in moments of undoing

The spectacle catapulted to ridiculous levels

Creation growing and breathing taking space of breath taking memories

Slight melodic notes adorn the fabric of the knowing

Bursts of light signal to proceed on the path of the unknown future

Division and science nodding while reciting

That bugs rule our afterlife.

This space

Spitting wet syllables that my brain spent on god knows what thought patterns

Left placing grace at a misspoken tempo

Let me sit in silence and watch the earth travel to unknown dimensions

I cannot comprehend what knowing anything matters

Levitation, fascinating thought patterns.

Searching for the something that can be the death of me.

In me and through me I pray for the grace that I may achieve

Set sail and make motion to another battle

Slivers of powerful visions

Mysterious incisions sutured and left staring at scars

True therapy unknown to the pace of a natural pattern.

new patterns for brand new times