and we were in a living room eating fruit. from a bowl. An outside grew overwhelming and intrusive. A long, arduous thing, mostly gibberish. A club. As a huge hovering nothing attaching itself to the tops of buildings.
Engines.
There are tired screens. Some fruit. Some senseless horizon where tomorrow we’ll be jobs. Trees will impose on a wake. An oar.
3 comments:
Good to see you posting on here, again, Jak. I like the picture and the prose piece. Especially the last couple of sentences; it really coheres nicely.
I just started a BFA creative writing program. They are forcing me to write poems everyday. I'm sure to be posting more.
Hurray for school!
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