October 2010
1 post
A Somewhat Impetuous Owl
Watching this sterile landscape, an owl reveals himself in my backyard. His darkness reminds me of nothing, So I’ll drink some green tea. He fears that he may just drive himself mad. The same feeling as if your feet escaped from what the blanket could offer. As he stares into the vacantness of his contemplation, He brashly executes his master plan. With great force the owl dives and...
September 2010
3 posts
The Dreamscape Cocoon
He starts to giggle as I fall asleep. He’s quite silly when he tugs At the premeditation of my heart. Without my common body and legs, He knows I’ll be fucked in the morning.
In a roller coaster made from decorative bark and pine, I see how the unique screams of joy in each individual twirl and weave through this land of insane revel. Everyone’s tall enough to undergo...
Deep and Along
Issued in deep waves, This beach becomes healthier. I like to bury my feet in the gold, Where I feel such prickly vibes, And I can’t move. My facial hair is always changing, An attempt to be in many places at once. It’s nice to scratch, But you rarely get the prize. With grasped rhythm and a kinetic smile, My head is only as heavy as you want it to be.
-Eric Egavian
Tanuki Life
Sometimes life will benefit reality. Living in that suit I despise so much, I knew the way we eat cheese makes us hungry. You take that first bite, Your reality changes. It must be comparable for those young tanuki. Living their lives, Always partying and shapeshifting. But you can see it in their face, A nose that shudders out from the wind. A lie that hides on the top of each canopy.
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February 2010
1 post
Breaking A Chair Over Your Friend's Head
This isn’t a secret, But rather a certainty. I broke a chair over your friend’s head. It was all in slow motion, And suspended like a hammock. Everyone saw that it wasn’t so simple. I had to abrade the pollen out of my eyes And see that Saturdays make us all crazy. I’ve always gotten giddy at the prospect of a bar brawl, But I’m already unbroken and sweating...
January 2010
2 posts
Diversion's Prosperity
Sleeping on the floor, I once drank to a hush hush earth. Unfiltered by blood bath society, professors resolved to test it, fearing that consent coupled with so much hesitation may prove unavailability. It’s not my house, but I wonder, “Who will be doing the dishes?” I don’t need to be here or there. Similar to the way we all find being a father carries great...
We Sat In The Cafe
We sat in the cafe drinking cream soda through variegated straws, welcoming in the affinity that will soon resonate, when we’re floating on water. It’s been calm here all day eying through the opaque brown, speculating reflections trapped inside bubbles too transparent for consciousness. Let’s please grasp the things too far out of sight, for I’m beginning to...