Ethereal – Page 3 – cereal after sex

And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one… Read more.

Naked On a Rock

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.

Do you have a rainbow? A colorful one—like cereal. No, I meant an umbrella. For the coming monsoon. I’ve been… Read more.

People don’t understand why I wait at the last exit of the corn labyrinth. The labyrinth is in a weird… Read more.

Out in the Southwest I was Terracotta patio four stories high Two black metal chairs Black metal table Void of… Read more.

There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and… Read more.

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in… Read more.

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.

In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.

And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the… Read more.

A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile… Read more.

I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack,… Read more.