Tuesday, April 30th

• Worn out, tarnished,
  old dreams feebly struggling
  to catch a spark and
  erupt into flames.

• Waves crash among
  the shoreline of
  her eyes.
  Capturing the glistening
  descending
  sun.

• Because cats.

Monday, April 29th

• My mom sings awkward
  a capella
  while I silently bash
  my brians in with a plastic
  fork
  because there is too much
  salt in my macaroni.
  
  As I watched this man
  eating Cup of Noodles
  flavored like chicken,
  his beard consumed his far
  and his hair tied him to
  the coffee shop chair.

• Face is glazed over
  and it hurts.
  Like the shine that covers
  a red apple,
  I am
  anesthetized
  and synthetic.
  This hurts.

• Spring walks
  into Colorado's
  raging wet,
  cold, party
  fashionably late
  brightening up the
  room, creating
  smiles.

• Sometimes the grass
  proves too cold for a
  bare foot in the
  springtime.

Tuesday, April 16th

• Swerving through
  the glistening endlessness,
  gliding past
  the neverending corruption,
  
  innocence.

• Joy floods
  the heart,
  and spills
  from the
  eyes.

• Dustbowls swirl
  to the beat
  of electric shock
  & numbed patrons.

• The longing
  of non existent goodbyes
  clicking down
  catching in your throat
  aching for words.

Monday, April 15th

• tears threaten to spill
  over my lashes
  the dam
  is about to break
  unleashing a black
  streaked waterfall.

• seeing the bright, shiny
  aura given off by
  a majestic pegasus
  only to find out it's
  a horse with a
  bird on its back.

• The hispanics up
  against the wall,
  pain behind unwavering
  eyes.

• The skin peels
  back off the bone,
  as his face cheese
  grates on the road.

Thursday, April 12th

• glass shatters
  to silk.

• colored tubes
  writhing
  giggles
  a frenzy
  nightcrawlers.

• muffled.
  chuckled.
  light hearts fall.
  smelling poetry
  and the hot boy's
  call.

• The aching melts
  away as light
  rains down
  creating a
  shadow on
  the past.

• Spiraled gusts
  through northern gullies
  wander,
  as I wonder,
  what made me?
  Why am I here?

Monday, April 8th

• A trail of mucus
  flies through the air
  as an overzealous
  mastiff
  pummels me to
  the ground.

• Sunshine stands
  on the back of
  a cloud, waiting
  for the rain to
  settle down.

• Suffocated by love.
  And small black cats
  sleeping on my chest
  roll onto my neck as I sleep,
  and I stop breathing.

• Burly Mountain Men
  Sitting In Individual Bathtubs
  placed in a circle
  discussing politics.