Let’s do some more walls.7 days, 7 shades darker at The School of Arts and Enterprise in Pomona.

Let’s do some more walls.

7 days, 7 shades darker at The School of Arts and Enterprise in Pomona.

before

There’s a place in my hollow heart, an empty chest filled with hazy memories and endless nostalgia. I am sure the emotions would have cleared out the cobwebs that have nestled within its cracks, but there are none, for my mind fails me. It’s impossible to have clear recollections of those wandering days. I am older now.

Yet, as humans, we continue to grasp at time’s transience. Like a banished princess in a fairy tale, perhaps I will awake from this awful dream, and remember who I once was - a beautiful, 30 foot tall monster from the Paleolithic era.

Yours truly,
rebvs

September

"Let me tell you, son: 

The sirens that speak to you from

the Western front fear

these handfuls of dirt.”

We’ve come to expect

dry evenings now,

trees casting empty shadows 

on cracked ground.

Thirst still has no meaning -

She carries signs on her back

A blank lady of situations.

In the trials of hungry slaves and

gregarious businessmen lies a path

where the misunderstood still walk.

And there, your hair is still wet.