Oh Damn, That’s Crazy. *cracks My Head Open Like A Coconut And Begins Eating The Contents With My Bare

This is a little poem I wrote about a month ago when I was reflecting on my current life situation and my close relationship with my mother.

A Sturdy Unstable Foundation

With my mother in a cardboard box, I am at least alive.

Though the walls are wet and flimsy, and the roof has caved in, it almost feels like home once again.

Through the cutout windows I look out at what could be.

It is a perfect summer evening; the moon gently calms the fields of flowers, the wind sweetly caresses the orchard.

And as I stare into the sky, it seems as though there are twice as many stars as usual.

Alice in Chains - Nothing Safe (1999)

@robertvonthaden

slipknot, summer 2004.

Illustrations from Pierre Louÿs’ Les Chansons de Bilitis by Georges Barbier (1922)

京都 高瀬川 // Takase-gawa River, Kyoto // Tomoko.M

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