Saw her strut across the hardwood floor
Glance sharp like a metaphor
Slit-green eyes and a silver shine
She didn't walk-she glided like a crime

Took one look, forgot my name
My drink got warm, my heart got tame
Velvet hush in the midnight air
Something told me, "Boy, beware..."

She's got claws, and she's not afraid to use 'em
Purrs when she's winning, bites if you lose 'em
Moves like trouble wrapped in lace
But she'll rub her cheek right on your face

She curls up tight when the thunder rolls
Sleeps in the sink like she's guarding souls
Won't come when you call, but she'll come when she feels
And lord help the man who tries to make deals

I bought her tuna, she took my chair
She stole my socks and didn't care
And when I asked her what's the plan
She just yawned like a tiny, furry tyrant can

She's the queen of the windowsill
Of 3am zoomies and sleeping still
She stares at ghosts I'll never see
And kneads her throne right into me

She's got claws, and she's living rent-free
Owns my house and occasionally me
Scratches the door like a femme fatale
Then runs from a cucumber in the hall

And yeah, I thought it was fate
Thought I'd found the one too late
But when she curled on my chest
And meowed with her breath...

...I realized, to my shock and awe
I've been writing love songs to a ten-pound ball of fluff with a murder paw

She's got claws, and she's chasing the moon
Screaming at walls and knocking down spoons
Purrs like thunder, soft as sin
And she's napping in a laundry bin

She's got claws-and I adore her still
My little tiger with a predatory thrill
No femme fatale, no siren song
Just my kitten... who's been plotting all along

She's Got Claws

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

I saw them argue over coffee
Steam forming secret shapes
She laughed at something small and lofty
He reached, then fixed his sleeve in haste

Rain dropped one perfect tear
I almost caught it in my case
Their shadows leaned until they neared
A crime they forgot to embrace

He looked right at her and said
"That's not really you"
And God help her
She hoped it was true

He'd chased the edge of every map
Collecting stamps, abandoned rooms
But she smiled
And just like that
The ground felt...
Nice
It bloomed

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without a violin-playing goat
Without something real and tender
No one can name or quote
It's a string fraying mid-song
A bow that forgets its place
A note that stays too long
And still finds its grace

The wind heckled
Coins chimed in the case
He looked ridiculous 
In the shivering rain
And she knew
She wanted ridiculous too

I kept the melody clean and slow
They kept their tempers, let them strain
They learned to bruise without retreating
I learned their silence had a grain

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without the risk of being wrong
Without someone who keeps your silence
Like it belongs in the song
It's a vow spoken sideways
A chord that won't resolve
A goat still bowing at midnight
While the rest of the world dissolves

I only play on Tuesdays
And sometimes Wednesdays too
Tonight, I played for them
Tonight... they nearly knew

The Goat Plays On

I lean over that old wishing well
moss-cold stone beneath my palm
whispering into its watery hush:
Please... show me how to burn bright in ash
I plead. I argue. I gasp. I hurl coins
they clink down unseen shafts
the well returns only cavernous void

"Dear Applicant
Thank you for your submission. 
After thorough consideration, 
we find it does not align with our needs. 
We welcome future inquiries"

That "we find"-a pebble skipped at my core
rippling doubt in widening circles
I press my ear to slick brick
straining for the promise it never breathed

I bend to that moss--rimmed stone
Pour trembling words:
I love you more than my anything
More than life
More than math
More than the falling snow on Christmas Eve
Coins of my soul dropped in
they sink into silent depths

"Dear Honey
I cherish your warmth
But I can't return it
It's not you, it's me"

I kneel again at that moss-rimmed mouth
voice trembling as I pour every fractured refrain:
This is my confession, 
my code, my blood in sound
take it, well, and let me rise
I belt each line like a prayer
spill my marrow into shadowed depths
then wait for the echo's promise

"Dear Bard,
We acknowledge receipt of your composition. 
Regrettably, it falls outside our scope. 
We wish you success elsewhere."

Well?

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

Another candle, another year
Colleagues nod, the cat says "purr"
The mirror shrugs, the future grins
Life's messy, but it sings

Happy birthday to me!
I'm still becoming who I want to be
Happy birthday to me!
The questions matter more than certainty
The past is gone, the future’s wide
The horizon's closer than I think

The magazines sell panic at midlife
"Buy a car, trade your spouse, dodge the knife!"
But my cat insists the meaning is clear
The lap is warm, the song is here

Happy birthday to me!
The silence teaches more than melody
Happy birthday to me!
The flaws are part of the symphony
I may not dance the way I dreamed
But the spotlight's softer than it seemed

Yes, mortality's a bore
But I've still got books unread
Wine unsipped
Arguments un-won
And my cats, plural, demanding bed space
If this is midlife
Then I call that halftime
And I've always loved the second act

Some friends are gone, some chapters closed
Some seeds I planted never rose
But others bloomed in the strangest ground
And joy's a weed, it sticks around

Happy birthday to me!
The years are chapters, not a eulogy
Happy birthday to me!
The page keeps turning restlessly
The curtain lifts, and I still want to see
Happy birthday to me!

Happy Birthday To Me!

I was gonna clean the kitchen
but the plates began a union
They demanded better hours
so I left them on strike

I thought I'd check my emails
but the subject lines were yelling
so I brewed another coffee
and let them shout at spam

Tomorrow - it's perfectly clear
everything important will start right there
Today I'm rehearsing my grand excuse
tomorrow I'll tighten the noose

I planned to pay the landlord
but the app said "try again"
I took that as a cosmic sign
to binge another show

I promised I'd go running
but my shoes are still offended
they've been waiting by the doorway
like statues keeping score

Tomorrow - the schedule's clean
I'll publish a book and I'll learn to sing
Today I just practice the art of delay
tomorrow I'll do what I meant for today

They say life is short
but it feels long enough
to put off flossing
fixing the sink
and writing that thesis
If deadlines are real
then so are unicorns

I was gonna call my mother
but she'd only ask for news
And news is what I'll have
when I finally do some things

I really wanted progress
but my plans will never start
if intention counts as effort
then I'm a work of art

Tomorrow - it's patient and kind
it carries the weight I can't lift tonight
Today is for coffee, tomorrow's for war
today keeps moving onward, tomorrow even more

Tomorrow

Everything is fine
until you speak

They raised the flag, they lit the torch
they swore the words were free
But every time a tongue gets scorched
I hear the lock turn on the key

We all chant "Say what you want!" at the rally
until the echo rattles back through the alley
Freedom's cheap when it's your own creed
but your neighbor's truth feels like a weed

You clap for voices that sing your song
but plug your ears when they prove you wrong

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They'll frame your words on a courtroom wall
but whisper "Censor him" down the hall
Heroes of principle, fists held high
until your sentence crosses their sky

The saints, the critics, the kings of the stage
they write their sermons and call it courage
But when a word strikes too close to home
suddenly silence becomes their throne

Do you want truth
or just a mirror?
Do you want freedom
or something nearer?
A cage with your anthem carved in stone
but bars that slam when it's not your own!

Every tongue's a loaded gun
but only yours is aimed for fun

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They said the words were free
but every word has a fee

Until You Speak

The printer coughs again
black smoke of bureaucracy
Paper jam number seventy-three
a graveyard of half-born memos
It whines like it's dying
but only when you need it most

Coffee machine blinking red
"Water tank missing"
No-it's right there
but the machine has decided
to unionize with the printer
We brew despair instead

Error 404: sanity not found
Temperature swings from tundra to kiln
balance is myth
comfort is folklore
On average, perfectly fine
in hell's statistics

The air vents choose violence at noon
hurling frost into spreadsheets
then molten wind into email chains
I shed layers like an onion
until only deadlines remain

We dream of revolutions
but the fire alarm
tests itself at random
reminding us rebellion
requires fresh batteries

Error 404: humanity not found
Restart, reboot, the wheel goes round
Error 404: courage can't be found
Look away fast, don't make a sound

Update complete
Nothing has changed

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

When the voices call you scrolling
and their glow feels like the sea
they will steal your midnight hours
and disguise them as a dream

When the headlines kiss your eyelids
and the slogans stroke your skin
you keep leaning into windows
that were never meant to open

When the prophets sell subscriptions
and the saints are pay-per-view
you confess into their servers
they remember more than you

When the mirror starts replying
and it smiles the way you type
every gesture feels rehearsed
every silence gets a like

When the chorus drowns your heartbeat
and the static feels like home
you are singing with the sirens
though you think you're not alone

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

You can't mute the hum
you can't close the glow
you can't stop what you know

You can't kill the song
you can't break the spell
you can't silence the well

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

Digital Sirens

The lift breaks again
Seven flights of steps
I curse each one
I already miss you

A stranger complains
about the coffee taste
but all I can think
is the sound you make

The meeting drags on
Someone presents the slides
Their voice is a drone
my mind slips aside

I draw your outline
in the corner of notes
No one suspects
where my mind has gone

I already miss you
The hours don't move
Every clock is lying
Every thought is you
I already miss you

Lunch in the canteen
plastic and gray
They ask about deadlines
I nod, walk away

Your face in my mind
serene and absurd
You rarely speak
yet you speak every word

They bargain with minutes
they measure the day
But meaning is elsewhere
I've left it with you
I already miss you

I already miss you
The hours don't move
Every clock is lying
Every thought is you
I already miss you

And then
the door swings wide open
You greet me with cuddles and fur
with thunder of purr
with eyes that forgive the whole day

I missed you
You missed me
And nothing could be truer

I Already Miss You

They asked for proof
I offered none
They measured silence
Filed it under non-compliance

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But the desert disagrees

They checked my spine 
for humps of pride
Found vertebrae of doubt instead
They nodded - classic case

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
Still they bring the rope

Every question comes pre-answered
Every form already signed

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But they keep the sand on file

I'm not
I'm not

Not a Camel

The clock's a flirt with perfect teeth
It bites each hour beneath my breath
I lead, it follows - no, the reverse
A tango measured in rehearse

Step, slip, sign, send
The dance begins again
She whispers, "Late is still on time"
I nod - her logic tastes like wine

Footnotes wink, the data moans
Each theorem grinding on its bones
I count to ten, revise, delete
The mirror mocks my tangled feet

My dear Deadline
you move like smoke
I chase, you choke
When I catch you
I vanish
and you begin again

Step, slip, sign, send
The song pretends to end
The paper breathes, the cursor blinks
The tango winks, the tango thinks

Tomorrow, same time?
Of course

Deadline Tango

I start the day mid-thought
something between a drumbeat and an accident
The room blinks awake
and the tools gossip about yesterday's miracles
One hums
One sulks
One lies
They're all wrong
and that's perfect

I stretch,
the floor creaks like it wants to join in
so I let it
That's the thing about work
it only looks like effort
from the outside
From within, it's gravity
sweet and unfair
I chase a stubborn shape 
around the table
it refuses sense
so I call it progress

Every failure has a pulse
if you listen right
I tap it, feed it
name it Tuesday

Laughter spills from nowhere
probably mine
and the walls pretend not to notice
They've seen me argue with shadows before

I tell them:
you wouldn't understand
this part's critical!

The air thickens
a rhythm forms without permission
I lose count of time
gain count of motion

Sweat, sawdust, syntax
whatever this is
it's singing

And when I stop
nothing stops
The room keeps going
the tools finish the joke
the silence applauds

I bow, wipe my hands
whisper to no one:
That was fun
can't wait to do it again!

Can't Wait

They gave me a plaque
and I gave them a shrug
Said I'd made it
but I still packed lunch in a mug

The mirror bowed politely
the inbox threw confetti
My name misspelled in bold
close enough to celebrate

I've got a title no one uses
a password I forget
My empire fits in folders
still waiting for respect

My paper crown bends in the rain
ink running down the royal face
Every rule I followed
spelled my name wrong anyway

But maybe that's the trick of it
meaning hides in the small print
The joke's on grand ambition
the punchline's in persistence

Because the crown is cheap
but it's mine
Cut from yesterday's plans
lined with coffee stains and time

It may not shine on stage
but it holds when the wind complains
It's proof I showed up
again
and again

My paper crown bends in the rain
but it catches the light just the same
Not gold
not perfect
but honest enough
Every crease is a story
every tear, tough

Maybe greatness was never loud
just someone staying kind
still trying
still around

We wear our paper crowns
the crooked, the flimsy, the proud
We wear them not for glory
but because we're still here
Still building something small
that somehow lasts

Yeah
Call it fragile
Call it foolish
but it fits

Paper Crown

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

The snow is falling, the air is still
The humans hum with a festive thrill
A twinkling tree awaits my cunning grin
Those dangling baubles-I'm diving in!

I'm the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it's all fair play
Your pretty tree won't last the day!

Gift-wrap rustles beneath my paws
A swat at a bow-no Santa Claus!
Lights to chew and boxes to claim
I'm the secret star of this holiday game

But when they scold, I tilt my head
A tiny meow, and all is said
Who can blame this festive spree?
I'm just making merry ‘neath the tree!

I'm the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it's all fair play
Your pretty tree won't last the day!

I'm the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it's all fair play
Your pretty tree won't last the day!

The Ornament Hunter

The clock above her station blinks
Half-past dawn in frozen pink
She ties her braid with silver thread
and hums the jingle in her head

The air smells faintly sweet and sharp
of plastic snow and solder sparks
She paints a smile on someone's joy
then checks the time, then paints a toy

There's glitter dust on every breath
and laughter printed on the box
The barcode hums like winter hymns
for places she will never walk

Her friend folds ribbons from the scraps
a red one tied around her wrist
She says, 
"Tonight we'll hang them high
a paper moon, 
our Christmas list."

Spin the wheel
little saint of steel
haloed in heat 
and factory peel
Dreams on the floor
lights overhead
The elves don't sleep
they build instead

In dreams she walks through aisles of snow
her shoes leave prints that start to glow
Each toy she made now calls her name
in tiny voices soft with blame

"Mama
you built us one by one
now rest
your shift is never done"

The manager posts a Christmas quote
on a board of rules and warnings bold
She smiles, then wipes the gold paint dry
her hands now shimmer, red and cold

Outside the trucks hum minor chords
the night is lit by plastic stars
She whispers to the empty dark
"We made your joy - whoever you are"

Spin the wheel
little saint of steel
haloed in heat
and factory peel
Dreams on the floor
lights overhead
The elves don't sleep
they build instead

The elves don't sleep
but they still believe

The Elves Don't Sleep

They shoved me in the basement, where the light don’t glow
Took my desk, my coffee cup, but there’s one thing they don’t know
I’ve got a fiery treasure, bright against the gray
My red stapler’s my salvation, it’s my only getaway

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

The boss can take my paycheck, the copier can jam
But my little red stapler says, “Stick it to the man”
It’s more than just an office tool, it’s my sacred fight
A tiny piece of justice in the corporate night

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
Shine like fire in the spotlight
Staple the blues, staple 'em true
Red stapler, I believe in you!

Red Stapler

Look out of the window
What do you see?
Darkness?
Snow
Endless snow

Not the soft kind
not the cruel kind
just the arriving kind
uncommitted
unfinished
forgetting each landing
as soon as it happens
And I think 
of how we fall
quietly
before noticing the height

It multiplies names
while it falls
grain-snow
thread-snow
stumble-snow
sideways-snow,
the I-never-meant-to-be-here snow
the don't-write-me-down-yet snow
Each one a rehearsal
for falling toward someone
or falling away

Each flake invents its own grammar
drops it rewrites it mid-air
White that erases itself
white that remembers dusk
white that doubts white
The way we doubt ourselves
halfway down the fall

I try counting
fail
try again
They keep shifting pronunciations
whirl-snow
hush-snow
window-scratch snow
the maybe-I-was-rain snow
Every name a variation
on wanting to fall
and not knowing where to land

They don't fall
They negotiate with gravity
swerve, stall, hesitate
descend like hesitant monks
in dissolving robes
geometry forgetting its edges
Like the moment a heart slips
not quite rising
not quite breaking

Some drift upward
some drift nowhere
some land only on the idea of landing
I've done that too
falling without touching
falling without choosing

Under the streetlamp
they turn to brief insects of light
cold, transparent
bright without reason
free for exactly one second
A second is enough
to fall for someone
or fall out
or fall through yourself

I stand
They continue
They keep their hundred names
and give none away
Snow remembers nothing
perhaps that's why
it looks so alive
as it falls
Perhaps that's why
we do too

A Hundred Names for Falling

Hey!
Look at me
The tall one
With needles.
The one doing all the emotional labor here.
Let's begin.

Step one
Approach with respect
I may look patient
but I've been standing in the cold for months
don't make it weird
Fluff my branches gently
as if I'm royalty
and you're late with the tribute
No shaking
No "Oops"
We both know you're stronger than I am

Step two
Lights first
Please
Last year you wrapped them like a confused spider
having a nervous episode
This time
one smooth spiral
like you're teaching math
Not too tight
I like to breathe
Not too loose
I'm not a philosophy essay

Yes, I see you reaching for the tinsel
Don't
We're having a talk about that

Hang things evenly
I'm not here for your emotional asymmetry
No clumps of baubles
like I'm hoarding planets
If you must put the sentimental ornament
you made at age six
fine
just don't make it my center of gravity

Step three
Garlands
Choose one
Elegant ribbon
wooden beads
or that weird popcorn chain
your aunt insists is "traditional"
Do not combine all three
I'm a tree
not a buffet

Let's review the topper rules
no stars, none, zero
Try a ribbon swirl
a paper snowflake
or a miniature reindeer
questioning his life choices
And place it gently
your dramatic jump last year
made you limp through New Year's Eve

Hang things evenly
gravity is real
and I've met it
Balance the shiny
balance the strange
don't tilt me like
your work–life balance in November
I may look festive
but trust me
I judge

Step four
Stand back
Admire me
Pretend you participated in the process
more than you did
I'll allow it
Now plug me in
Watch the room glow
I do it for free, you know
But yes
you’re welcome

Take a photo
that makes me look taller
than the sofa
Then post it proudly
on your Instagram feed
I’ll handle the sparkle

DECORÄTEME

Cold porch, cracked step, grown man in a hood
Trying to remember how the season ever felt good
Back then, snow fell slow like it waited for us
Now it hits like debt, like deadlines, like dust

Mom's voice carried warmth through a worn-out door
Dad swore every year he'd try a little bit more
Now the carols hit different - they sound like truth
Every note is a memory I buried with youth

Stockings on the wall, yeah, we hoped they'd stay
Now the hooks hang empty like a rent-delayed day
And the world keeps spinning but the lights feel dim
So I light one candle just to see who I've been

I walk through the winter with a beat in my chest
Tryna find the old spark underneath all the stress

Christmas in the shadows, but I still stand tall
Made of echoes, made of losses, made of late-night calls
Let the bells ring heavy, let the angels fall
If the night gets dark, I'll still find my soul

I remember the gifts - not the boxes, the feeling
That fragile little moment when the world looked healing
Now I walk past windows full of staged joy scenes
Where the smiles look Photoshopped, glued at the seams

City snow's more grey than the stories we told
But the beat keeps walking like it's breaking the cold
Yeah, adulthood hits harder than a bass-boosted track
But the kid in me still whispers, "Bring the wonder back"

So I lace up hope with a cynical twist
Wrap truth in a rhythm that the darkness can't twist
If this season's a battle, then I'm holding the line
Let the choir drop heavy in a minor-key spine

Strings rise, bells pulse, silence cuts deep
We carry what we lost and the promises we keep
Midwinter hearts beat slow but strong
Even broken voices can finish the song

Christmas in the shadows, but I still stand tall
Made of echoes, made of losses, made of late-night calls
Let the bells ring heavy, let the darkness crawl
If the night gets cold, I won't lose my soul

Snow on the pavement, rhythm in the air
Even grown-ups need magic - we just learn how to bear
If the world forgets wonder, I'll remember the sound
Of a heartbeat steady in the snow-covered ground

Midwinter Confession

Cinnamon rising
Windows fog
Oven humming low
like it's half on the job

Flour on the counter
flour in her hair
He brushes it off
like he meant to be there

Butter sizzles
Pan clicks shut
Radio crackles
through static and cut

She taps the spoon twice
tastes what's left on her lip
He sneaks a bite
before the sugar can drip

Rolling pin stutters
Table creaks
Dough keeps sticking
every few streaks

She presses harder
he steadies the board
No big talk,
nothing forced

Orange peel. Ginger
Sharp, then sweet
Steam curls around
their legs and feet

He burns his thumb
she blows on his hand
Sting goes quiet
No plan

Cut-out stars
with crooked sides
Trees leaning over
like they're tired

A gingerbread loses a leg
she laughs at the fall
He eats the piece
like that was the goal

The oven breathes heat
Slow. Thick
Cookies lift at the edges
getting glossy, quick

Sugar turns amber
The room turns warm
Spice in the air
like a quiet storm

They frost too soon
The icing runs
She tries to fix it
he says it's done

Ghost-shaped snowflake
Crooked hat man
They let the mess be
just what it can

The cat jumps up
nose to the tray
Sniffs a star cookie
knocks it away

It lands on the floor
icing smudged thin
She curls around it
purring like it's her kin

Cooling racks ticking
Kettle starts to sing
Steam climbs slowly
fogging everything

No need for words
The room already knows
They share the first cookie
before it cools

Cinnamon Rising (feat. cat cameo)

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