needed a car yesterday, yesteryear
getting all the ducks in a row for my own car,
it's hard for a cowboy without a steed....
scabbing rides to work ain't fun
and ubering can get quite dear.... my dear
so who's gonna drive me home, tonight? .

"Pastry Saltry"

I woke this morning in a buttery daze,
heart folded like dough, kneaded and praised.

You strolled in, glistening with pretzel grace—
salt crystals winked on your powdered face.

We rose on warm gusts, flaky promises spun—
together the world tasted half sugar, half sun.

The Orchard’s Lament  
Morning mist drapes each blossom  
like a bride reluctant to wake.  
Petals fall in silent confession—  
memory’s hush in every drift.  

Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,  
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.  
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom  
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.  




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"Archive Soul”
  
An archive opens:  
folder titles like breaths you forgot.  

Inside, your silhouette fractalised—  
flesh parsed into metadata.  

Memory = 84% accurate.  
Love = untagged.






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Donut Disturb


Do not knock until I’ve iced my mood,
glazed in sugar’s gentle trance.
Each hole a hollow plea for peace—
sprinkles shielding sleepy thoughts.
Ring me only when calories don’t matter.

Light
A single spark
arcs
in the hush of thought,
braiding
hope into the dark.

Residue
Grey ash settles
on pages never finished,
charred
margins tracing first desires.

Memory
From cinders
of yesterday’s fervour
rise soft echoes
of half-formed melodies.

Message
We shape our breath
into tethered words,
casting lantern-bright
into another’s night.

Light
That echo returns,
igniting fresh wonder—
the spark leaps on.







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"right here, right now"

all we have is right now—
that morning you dropped your umbrella
and puddles burst into applause

looking for the right person—
then seeking the right time—
chasing seconds like fireflies

pinpointing the right place:
location, location, location—
our compasses spinning free

so here’s the thesis: home lives in joined footsteps—
come wander with me
when all we’ve got is right here... right now



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