easy breezy

Sometimes you need to put your nuts on the table. Today I bought a batch of ISBNs, and in doing so, had to create a publishing company name under which to purchase and register them. Pricey, barely consequential, infinitely terrifying.

THE WOLFCHILDREN UMBRELLA.

leowolf
Good night void.

What the fuck is up world.

I turned this wordpress thing off so I could sort out a proper website and then never got around to the coding, shrivelling this blog into a husk all the while ignoring the domain name like an ugly stepchild. Eh. No mas.

So screw it. I’m back to yell into the hole that is the internet. Enter the crickets. The redcoats are back. And I feel like a goddamn Starboy right now.

The frenzied feeling that time is running out for you to make something of yourself. Ugh.

comes the mania

it’s coming
do you hear it?
for you
me
all of us

the colour of the sky turns
a shadow creeps across the wall
the tock strikes deep within the heart

weep for your loved ones
there is little else to be done now.

abdul j

Ronin

an hour a day away from the perfect life
instead i continue my wanderings
roaming the earth without a master to devote myself to
committed to no purpose,
i am a ronin with naught but a pen
there is no roof above my vagrant heart
my blade dulls under the open skies
as i flit from employ to employ

Abdul j.

I meant to write something else I’ve been pondering on. Instead I looked out at my garden and this came out. Whoops.

wanderlove

i fall in love too easily
with the spring blossom on our apple tree
with the cacophony of bird calls on this overcast evening
with a rhubarb bush grown wild
a broken fence and upturned milk crates
i dart from one thing to another
the object of my affections everchanging
i am a fickle lover
indecisive even in this one garden

the world is too large for me, my loves
i can never see it all

abdul j.