Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"sisifis is" - Recorded 01/05/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them a smell like lonelysex andneglecthair in matted curls fallingover shouldersskin in flakesspilling likewastefluids on bareumbilical remnantforming thinkingof wetplacesfaceshardspaces likebasements floodedboxes of old photoshistory andlit candlesflickeringcarriedoutset in the sun to dry "are you okay?"honest eyes withworry and a bit ofpityenough to push … Continue reading sisifis is
Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) "A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
"Traveling" - Recorded 2/28/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have been traveling,but I am not really playing,at least not yetand I am still at home. Swaggy from China wants to go to see the Timberwolves play,a real NBA game, he says. I've never really cared much for such things,aside from … Continue reading Traveling
A series of poems, from our favorite feline friend, Lucas the Cat. "I see the birds"By LucasI see the birdsUp in the trees,I see the birds;Can kill them please? "Laptop-top is me"by LucasOn lap top sits laptop,This, I see,So sits on laptop;Laptop-top is me. "I meow for food"By Lucas"I meow for food,Human please?!Don't you hear?Don't … Continue reading Three Poems by Lucas the Cat
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
Alone Chill to fill bones Shiver Ancient, patient river Choke back the black smoke Breath Taste like waste Death
The human body In which you reside Is a work of art But it is also A machine With needs With required maintenance We live Day to day On energy Balanced between What lies within As well as What lies external to ourselves You must consume That you are not Extinguished For you are a … Continue reading Sustenance
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 