The Zooffice Episode 2: The Refrigerator Scandal

The Deepest Core

In pieces, I cup my hands around
remnants of a character I once.
Knew how to illustrate.
Illustriate...
Or what I mean to say,
is embellish in arms
of thousands of diamonds,
marked by a number, resembling quality of stone.
And the further I go, the more I uncover what
has already been there: that precious
isn't as precious as it once seemed to be.
Devilish and desirous doesn't do it justice.
Secrets are more like it.
Whether it be from holding tongue,
or moving it around on the inside of
another mouth,
mining will lead to the center,
yet I have heard that it is quite dark there.
In the deepest core.

Zoffice Drops!

Zooffice!

Bench Gazing

All is lost in a Tuesday night sky. Overhead, a tree hanging over. It will be little time until I do the same. In twenty years nouns change, don't they. Their meanings change, their spelling.. changes. In twenty years I will hope to have understood at least a handful of their purposes.

Los Angeles, CA

I Cannot Indicate It

What I meant to say was forever.
Because that's the truth of everything I encounter.
And how long would you like to stay with
the company? Forever, sir. Nod my head
and collect the script from the table
that I shuffled twice, hoping he would not
notice. Maybe I'm becoming unnoticed.
And maybe I've become more noticeable
than I would have liked to become.
These days have slowed, the hours
like bells, tolled against my ship-sunken
skull. Time, you are my natural enemy.
The longer I wait for you to pass,
the dial turns over to eternity, and
I always seem to let my chances slip away.