Hey! I like writing songs and poetry (though I don't read nearly enough). I'm a little too diffident to post my existing work here, but I'll update this page regularly with things as I create them.
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wario
beloved thing, a squishy cat
so very soft, in white and black
i rather like him, yes i do
sweet wario, how i miss you
you wait all day atop my bed
at night you meow (inside my head)
my ester friend, angelic muse
we once were ones but now we're twos
you have a little hole, i fear
your stuffing is quite insecure
i think i must learn how to sew
without you i would feel so low
so in the evening i will come
equipped with thread 'til i am done
a very clumsy surgeon, yes
i promise i will do my best
to save my dearest ever friend
repaying all the love you've lent
Observatory
Within the dome the grueling heat of day
is obdurately animated. So
instead I choose to climb the stairs; the air
is still, and neither leaves nor crickets dare
disturb it. Tranquil too is Sirius,
there anchored in the backlit sky. Tonight
she’s lonely, just like every night. The din
of work is ceaseless in the metropole,
and pilloried by harsh, imperious
fluorescence, heaven’s child withdraws.
Yet I am not her friend, for I am gold
in trace amounts ensnared by fleeting chains
of carbon: lipids, proteins, sugars. She
is not haphazard. She is steadfast, she is fixed
and mathematically precise. Her binary
will never change, and she is sure
but I am not. She’ll stay, long after I’ve
returned to naught; resplendent, calm,
the primus inter pares of the stars,
still gazing out across her vast demesne.
So she will tolerate our insolence because
this solitude does not belong to her—
the fading silence, streetlamps, shadeless night,
and moon-swathed children, shadowed yet alight.
5:43 PM
O Lang’rous timepiece, cast away your sloth!
The hour moves like honey sickly-sweet.
Your wretched ticking makes the mind go soft
while restive pupils cry out to be freed.