Special thanks to @bcmusic1st.bsky.social for coordinating this and so many other shoots. I remember he said he “had some guys in mind that are full of potential, we should work with them.”
To say he was right about Folie and Merc is an immense understatement.
#tbt #strangefamous #mopes #endtro
arrange poly-fil clouds
on the bedspread
set the table
but never eat
wait
and smoke
and wait some more
heaven's middle class
in the grown-up afterlife
#micropoem
#mopes
👻 The Ghost of #Prolyphic Past has returned!
We found a box of #TheUglyTruth CDs that Pro signed back in 2008 - before he ceased to exist & re-emerged from the ether as @mopessfr.bsky.social
Get 'em before they disappear into a puff of #Mopes!
💿: tinyurl.com/MopesSFR
Strange Famous is a family, I’m so thankful to be part of it. Check my IG for some of my favorite memories from that time.
And don’t worry….. Chapter 3 is coming!
#strangefamous #stangefamousrecords #mopes #nootherway #rva #woftd
all the
softness
of the movies
and the
clumsiness
of life--
i take your hand
#micropoem #mopes #writesky
the secrets you shared--
your first kiss,
your violin,
your grandfather's love--
i tenderly, delicately
pack away
well-preserved
for the long journey
toward forgetting
#spilledink #writesky #micropoem #mopes
a magnet
a sinkhole
a glue trap
a forecast
an insult
a warning
each voice drowning
out the other--
the news
#mopes #writesky #micropoetry
Climb until you see daylight.
#mopes
four
a. m.
we meet
ag. ain.
#mopes
shout with everything in
your coal-black heart
and i'll do the same:
what's another match
in this forest fire, anyway
#mopes #micropoetry #spilledink
we do not exist
outside the four walls
of our days and nights
#mopes
God nervously asked about the store's return policy. The cashier mumbled, "You break it, you buy it."
After several minutes of unsuccessful bargaining, He accepted His dilemma: there would be no walking out empty-handed.
#prompt #mopes #vss #microfiction
breathe in the seconds,
exhale the hours.
#mopes
there were never any rules,
only the illusion of them
#mopes
steel blues and violent reds
illuminate the bald, searching fingers
of roadside oaks
this heavy sunset
like a stubbed toe
or white-hot pan,
carrying the cold numbness
that comes before pain
#mopes #micropoem #poetry
you don't have to tell me
I've overstayed my welcome,
a digital fragment
loitering from a different time--
faces frozen in joy
collected as numbers
in my list, neatly packaged,
holding weight,
counted on a single hand.
is anything real
if it can't be seen?
#mopes #poem #micropoetry
the fantasy of a neatly packaged life
#mopes
oversaturated with
this incredible world
like a forgotten teabag
left to steep:
a bloated, bitter waste
#mopes #micropoem
anxiously awaiting the return of the fireflies.
#mopes
sucked out the car window
in a rush of warm air
sailing past highway noise
over the guardrail
disappearing into the lush ravine
landing on fern beds
your portrait
#mopes #micropoetry
the struggle to be known,
the struggle to hide
#mopes
the most important I've ever been
and the most alone
(2/2) #mopes
(more #planepoems)
watching the veins of cities
on a turbulent night,
afraid of what I had returned to:
your oldest, predictable self
and a newer brand of corruption--
leather jackets
fast food retches on asphalt
expensive cigarettes like in the movies
bong hits among tombstones
(1/2) #mopes
the parts of my heart
split in two:
holding broken windows
& bony hands,
knowing raw desperation
& clumsy innocence,
swimming in bloodbaths
& warm oceans,
gazing into the
slit eyes of sleep
& rage
one, the other,
both and neither--
a distraction from
my cavernous horizon
#mopes #micropoetry
eleven years ago,
I was on the short flight home
from your madness
your face
in scarlet agony,
pulled away from me
with pleading hands
the last time
I saw you alive
at the check-in counter
unable to save you
only able to save
myself
#mopes
I wish you well
from a safe distance.
#mopes
molten silver
sunlight
sunken green
forests
salt-licked
sky
#mopes #micropoetry
Yellow leaves falling on pavement in the late afternoon sun. Birch bark aflame in a backyard fire pit. The soft puppy breath of a fresh spring.
#mopes