The AprilCentaur 10/29/22 The AprilCentaur 10/29/22

Journal 537

Knowing I need to look inward each day is scary. Sometimes I ignore doing so, and I procrastinate on most things like this out of fear.

Martin petredamian 7/19/22 Martin petredamian 7/19/22

Drowning.

I have been standing too long, never sitting, never waiting so much to lean back in patience. Never looking to watch, not watch as in see, but see as in watch from an open view.

The AprilCentaur 6/23/22 The AprilCentaur 6/23/22

The blinding

My eyes fall, sewn into the floor. The stones are like thorns jutting the ground. In the night, when I am forced to go barefoot. With a pitchfork protruding the small of my back.

The AprilCentaur 6/9/22 The AprilCentaur 6/9/22

Journal 809

In my tendency today, I want to write in my perceived image of myself. Let me imagine my voice to be consequential, patronal of words that sometimes have no meaning until I arrange it in its needed form.

The AprilCentaur 6/6/22 The AprilCentaur 6/6/22

Black Man’s god.

I will worship what you worship as long as it is good to me. I am the only one in the world, watch how I talk to myself.

The AprilCentaur 5/25/22 The AprilCentaur 5/25/22

Everyone is right.

I am a loving boy, I will do as I wish. I like to hurl stones, round and firm from tightened fists onto passing pedestrians.

Martin petredamian 5/24/22 Martin petredamian 5/24/22

Tall Trees.

I live where tall trees have ferocious thoughts. They rustle with hunger and cloud you in their darkness. I fear because their acts are unpredictable

Martin petredamian 5/20/22 Martin petredamian 5/20/22

In the dark.

The sun falls on everything, bushel, four legs, man. Yet, it does no harm. Its soothing love is like a mirror of affection. Tender, and at times punishing.

The AprilCentaur 4/14/22 The AprilCentaur 4/14/22

As I truly am.

You leaned on the walls behind the drunk crowd, and everything so bitter, but you divine.