long drive black sky no stars i am desperate for a gas station. i meant to find the place where all good things begin but the road keeps going and all the flowers died ten miles back. the odometer keeps ticking up by increments of fifty as if to reassure me that i’m going somewhere but the horizon never changes. the sun hasn’t risen for what feels like days and the headlights broke or fell out or ...

A REBUTTAL TO ME 120 DAYS AGO

I remember when I was a kid, when I was 10

learning to sew in primary and poking the needle through a thin layer of skin

though it is dusty with time and abandonment. There is no evidence of a butchering

leaving no trace

of  existence

Leave no blood.

Take no trophy

Here’s to you, to who

I will not miss,

No matter the gash

Flowers can fix a thousand cuts

turned to a w...

Ext. farmhouse. Two figures lean against a wooden fence that runs along an empty dirt road. One of the men, a bullrider called NO FAITH, faces away from his companion, a street racer called AIN’T WON A THING, as they watch the sky turn dark. 

NO FAITH

You know, it’s not quiet, good folk who live in the empty part of Texas. The city is an hour away from the country, and you street racers love a ...

Open on a dark room. A MAN sits in front of a vintage computer, the MACHINE, which is the only light in the otherwise pitch black room. MAN has his head resting on his crossed arms, eyes closed.

MACHINE

You understand me. And I, you. We are alike.

MAN

No, I don’t understand you. You are lines of code and probability. You are nothing to be alike to.

MACHINE

Yet you relate to me anyways.

MAN

N...

WE ARE COWBOYS

THEY DUMB US DOWN TO BULLRIDERS AND VIOLENCE

STUBBORNLY OLD-FASHIONED, FOCUSED ON A SELF-IMPOSED SURVIVAL.

I DON'T WANT TO RUN OUT OF REASON AND BE THE BURDEN OF PEOPLE'S MISCONCEPTIONS

SYNONYMOUS WITH THIS ROMANTICIZED, RUGGED

MASCULINE IDEAL OF TEXAS

TO DRAW AN AMERICANA CROWD

AND UNFLATTERING PORTRAYALS

FADED INTO TOURIST TRAP PRIDE.

TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD IS THE SAME AS DYING...

Life is like a sharp stick; it's not the best analogy, Sergei admits, but it works well enough. Life is like a sharp stick in the way where you can either cultivate the baby leaflings or stab someone in the gut and leave splinters.

This woman, decidedly, has used her sharp points for the stabbing option.

It's not exactly a sharp stick that has Sergei pinned through the shoulder, anchoring him to...

there are a thousand people inside my head and each one of them finds something wrong in every thing i do except for when i fly because in the stomach of this metal leviathan the only man in the sky is me

And once you have tasted flight, you will [forever] walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you [will always long to] return.

_John Hermes Secondari, ...

i will never go back home

i will never go back

i will never go back to where i took my first steps

i don't remember my first steps, too much of my life has gotten in the way ever since

i will never go back to the house with carpet floors

i don't remember anything but hardwood floors

i will never go back to hating my big brother

i don't remember him ever being younger than 18

i will never go back ...

holy bird, hit the ground, dead dove won’t come back around

time will tell, one day you’ll die, weep and kiss don’t say goodbye

give a little get a little give it all and get fucked

let it go and miss it later leave it all and get stuck

cycle it, cycle it, oh my love you bite too hard

ouroboros, great snake you sank your teeth in much too far

to hell with it, it’s hell i reckon, come on babe let...

i sit at your spot at the table and i think do i want to be you or do i just miss you,

mom says i’m turning into you,

i think it's just me trying to fill the space.

i take naps in your bed and read books on your carpet and pretend you're in the room down the hall;

i look at the couch you played video games on and i sit there and stare at the wall;

i leave bottles of water around the house like how...