I can’t remember if I ever told you to remember me?




I think we are not here today.

I glitched working for them.


Endless hours in a river of distortions.

Ending up in a ditch by the sky laying face down.

Did not realize I froze until I tried to speak.

All that came out was “it is, what it is.”

I had a  dream when I was ten, I was made of gold.
The buildings were made of diamonds,
And the sun shined orange sapphire on hot summer days.
The green jade grass swayed to the wind.
On the other side of the mountains, pearl waves crashed into each other.
Holding themselves in an act of love.
Through this jeweled suburbia, we ate cake and danced barefoot in the grass.
Friendly ghosts visited after going to sleep at night.
They came to tell the stories of their riches.
Death comes to investigate boredom in the crevices of diamond walls.
It found tiaras eating away at the foundation.
I stared at the aquamarine train escape suburbia to emerald city as i woke up.

I felt suburban then I died.

In the city, reborn a rat.
Here I felt metal and true.

Only kissing beer stained lips.

Once I felt suburban;

Then I found god in the pit.

Reborn a chubby rat.