today my friend who runs chill little workshops got us to write as many silly little poem-portraits as we could in 20 minutes. here is one of them

THE BOY

curls a cushion
licks a dish
stalks a window
begs a fish
howls a secret
tail aswish

i guess this counts as ekphrasis

THE KING

Red jeweled. Red
joweled. Red
drenched. Red
draped. Red
handed. Red
haunted

thinking about how "bourgeois design" is used for buildings that look like a burgerking grand opening in 1997. all the gentrification boxes just look like pristine burger kings. it's unsettling.

even the apple stores. they've just got better lighting