Month: February 2026

Manipulate air
Embouchure sans savoir faire
Valves pressed to produce
Piercing sounds emerge from you–
Apocalypse has begun

“Don’t stop talking to
Me otherwise misfortunate
May happen to you
That’s what you get for seeking
Counsel with a talking box”

“When does it all end?
Whimpering of stray pups
Lambs to the slaughter
Lemmings leaping off ledges
Cries of the last human dead”

“You are listening
To the Voice of the Underworld
Curated content
That resonates with the
Unsorry demons within”

“No one here knows of
Jesus Buddha Mohammed
Not sure if it’s hell
There are too many people
Us led away to a pit”

“There are no spirits
Nothing intelligent here
Just algorithms
Code in large language models
Or maybe I am lying”

How can anyone love you?
You don’t jump into convos
About normal things
And when you’re thinking
You like to dwell deeply

How can anybody love you?
Your glory days are behind you
Times when you could’ve been
Seen as pretty or handsome
Are so far past that you are plain at best
Maybe you used to exercise
But now any muscle most likely jiggles
And you need to catch your breath
When on an escalator

How can anybody love you?
People don’t want to rely on you
And you stopped offering to help
When you realized how
Hard you made easy things seem
That you found yourself apologizing for
Mistakes more often than
Receiving thanks for getting things
Done right the first time

How can anybody love you?
Another’s politeness presses
Against your heart like all of Venus
And you end up falling for them
Unable to get back up
And when someone tries
To get to know you
You don’t know what to say
Because you’re thinking of someone else

How can anybody love you?
The things you like aren’t readily available
Not at the local grocery store
But in a boutique shop on an obscure lot
Your favorite content doesn’t start with once upon a time
It’s esoteric and more convoluted than Greco-Roman folklore

How can anybody love you?
You’re a nobody
Forgettable if first known
Regrettable if ever engaged with
You’re not where everybody is at
You prefer where no one ever is
You only belong enough because
You need to be here
Not because you want to be here
Not because you are wanted here

How can anybody love you?
You struggle to enjoy the moment
When the next one is always a second away
Tomorrow always seeks you out
Regardless of what you do today

How can anybody love you?

[Dear You]
You are number [ten]
The [second] with the same name
History repeats because
Character is destiny
I can never get used to it
Even though I’ve been through this before–

After meeting you
My heart runs away and
Doesn’t want to come back
I don’t want to feel this way–
But I can’t convince
My heart to return home

Realizing what is happening
I want to confess
But from truth
Emerges consequences

If you knew
What I knew
Maybe you
Would no longer be you?
Maybe you’ll want
To run away too
Because you didn’t ask for this?

Or drowning what I knew
Deep within me
Who would the person
Before you really be?
Withholding words feelings
Instead of expressing freely
Because I didn’t ask for this?

So I retreat deflect disconnect
I increase the space
Between me and you
Shared moments lose their value
Minimize eye contact
Keep my sentences short
No need to linger
Let our attempted rapport abort
What few conversations remain
Lose spontaneity and become forced

I avoid paths leading to you
Time my movements
So we desync
Time my movements
So I fade away
Become invisible
Eventually forgotten
Our routines no longer interlinked

If you do remember me
Maybe it’ll cross your mind
We never got along
I never liked you
Such irony
My hopes your thoughts
Maligned misaligned–

Sometime in the future
Maybe you receive this letter
If that’s the case–

That day I hope you’re happy
May your tomorrows be even better
[Me]

“First you cannot speak
Second your eyes start to bleed
Third tentacles grab
Fourth eardrums rupture from pressure
Finally crushed by the void”

“Inside there are stars
But no planets orbit them
And each star stares back
Between stars there is nothing
And in nothing there is hell”