Anthony is a writer residing in Los Angeles.
Authentic Replica
We are in the castles right now.
Stars shine brighter with you than back home,
how dare I consider capturing the moon with a phone.
I fall asleep quicker now.
Watch or be watched.
A delay is not a denial
unnecessarily irresistible.
I know where all my dead bodies are buried
try not to make eye contact with them.
Palm tree shadows shelter us
Why aren’t you saying “sweet dreams”?
Now you’re scaring me out of bed
will you hold my clammy hand?
I absorb sarcasm.
One more lost inner child begging for ice cream.
You won’t reveal where you’ve been let down,
hyper manipulation’s gotten the best
of your grace.
Room looping counterclockwise reciting
poems with my heart in my mouth.
Without Help
Face to face with flaws
rambling nonsensical nonfiction
mocking aristocat claws
admiring Munchausen depictions
of white eyed applause.
Predictable predictions
constricting constrictions without pause
poppy flower spellbound in Oz.
Secret crucifixions quenching addictions
oil painted on jigsaws.
Wait till I write you what I saw
in tarot art superstition.
Attempting non foul description
is what makes a black crow caw
& babies cry for ma
You Are Living The Dream
Stop the world I want to get off.
Now is not the time to look down or back.
Better yet, close your eyes.
Zing in choir-like harmony.
“Remember me?”
Mother nature levitates in water,
possibly maybe offended over hypothetic scenarios.
I purple eye bag yawn in my
notebook, head aching embarrassments
in riches procrastinating in quadrant time.
You love telling tales out of school.
What’s real is emotion, not its currency.
I found where to find it.
Once it’s gone, it’s gone.
Stop the world I want to get off.
Open your eyes now.