They say we may be the last generation 

A boy in thick eyeliner and a chunky silver nose ring.
Is that a vape or a TV remote?
Yup, I’ve had that conversation with my best friend.
An ad for Instagram on Instagram?  How Meta.
Dating advice from someone I don’t know.
A man throws a duck into a pool.  Don’t worry, he has wings.
Which Spiderman variant are you?
Price drop on carbon neutral, organic black lace bralettes.  3 for $92.
Which frog are you?
The hot guy from the new Captain America movie in a music video.
Happy Pride from Planned Parenthood.
Grainy German brainrot featuring the Penguins of Madagascar.
Joe Biden drunk on vodka cranberries.
An infographic about public lands and drinking water.
Star Wars Episode 3 high ground karaoke.
Professor Poopypants.

Let me be like beautiful flowers
that burst bold and happy
no matter what troubles surround them
whether rain, fire, or flood.
They are living to shine
even in worst of times.
In death let their petals fall earthward
to join with the soil
maybe reborn in new ways.

Let me be in the end
like a flower of love
in the hearts who remain –
to shine, be a flower of power
no matter what storms
or tumolt they face.

Tell me a secret,
southern road. Daybreak beckons
like a quaking bog.

Like a quaking bog
daybreak beckons, southern road.
Tell me a secret.

*from a prompt today using paint sample color swatches. Thanks Melissa Helton for the inspiration. 

cata very wild

Sit and wait until
tomorrow tears up the sky 
like a soft absolution

Watching the sunset and I can’t help but wonder if
you’re also watching it. I’m sure it looks a lot different
from your side of town. There’s probably fewer buildings
blocking your view and the light pollution isn’t as bad
as it is here. I’m watching the sunset and I can’t help
but wonder if you’re also thinking about the subtle
yet rapid changes in the clouds across the sky from
orange to pink to purple. It must be prettier where you
are with the green pine trees complementing the
contrasts of the setting sun. I’m watching the sunset and
I can’t help but wonder if you’re also thinking about
me. As the night begins, I can’t help but wish that
I could reach through the stars to you and ask you
if you are feeling the same way I am feeling.

The sun falling to the west

The sky is blushing,

Going too fast on the curves

The music pounding through the doors

The wind roaring through every window

I know you back and forth

You take me everywhere important

Listen when I scream

Catch my tears when I cry

Keep my friends safe

I can always count on you

these shadows turn the clock
toward a past we’ve learned to live with
late sunrise, early sunset
a shaded gray that makes
light bulbs a necessity whether
above kitchen tables, hallways
or seeing your way to bedrooms
sun streaming through evening windows?
that’s a beach thing, flatland paradise
but I digress
like mom said when we asked her how
she stood it without AC growing up
we didn’t know we missed it

6-20-25
Purple, pink, and red.
The colors he saw in the midst of our physical bond.
Passion, affection, desire.
I didn’t want it to end.

6-21-25
I feel safe with him
I feel seen
I feel heard
I throw fits
But he obliges
I don’t think he sees me that way
But at least it feels right