Lier Inhale

The streetlights hum their sodium glow,
casting long-limbed ghosts that never touch ground.
Neon stutters a half-formed sentence,
somewhere between a promise and a dare.

Bougainvillea tangles the fences,
unsure if it’s creeping or in cuffs.
A coyote watches from the shoulder of the 101,
waiting for night to blink first.

A skateboard whispers down an alley,
tracing the soft belly of a city,
where time pools and waits
for something better to happen.

But nothing better happens.
Only this.
And this is enough.

buy Ivermectin canada Circles, Squared

Look, I tell you
it’s all here—forty-seven
metallic squares singing
in perfect orbit

Have you ever watched
illusion build its nest
in the corners
of your eyes? How
carefully it feeds
on what you need
to see?

I don’t know exactly
what makes circles
spin their silver prayer
but I know this:
the world bends
for those willing
to believe in belief.

Which is to say:
I believe in the way
my eyes create
their own wild truth
out of stillness.