saturday – Ed Boy

Horizontal Windmill

A wasp tried to get my overpriced turkey leg so I said buzz off

At least wear a mask or something

Frustration blooming to patience fruiting to love

It is what it is and it is what it isn’t.

Another one out for delivery

Let’s let ourselves love!

Neatly folded, crisply pressed

Stay calm and nobody loses a rubber ducky

The frustrating cycle of spending energy on caring about why you aren’t spending energy on something

No frozen yogurt, a day on the ranch, and then an evening of capital-based anxiety

Please just let me participate in capitalism isn’t this what you want from me?

Sick day

Aye no more smoking for the boy because I have poor self control

The lovely bustle of an early Saturday

It was almost entirely stomach acid…

See your altered reflection in the fake water that is an asphalt shimmer

I just hope I don’t rush her into a place she feels like she can’t escape from

All those sound waves stuttering into death

You know what? I really do love art

I like the lonesome drive home