I Can See the Sea
From the bottom of my warm mug of milk
From the tip of my glowing cigarette
From the keyhole of my sealed asylum door
I can see the sea and the sea and the sea
Who Are You?
An old man humming
nursery rhymes
is pissing in my sink.
There’s beauty
in lost souls,
the scattered
ghostly whispers
in a head full of noise.
Wild Times on the Dating Scene
I keep quoting Seinfeld
to impress a girl
who won’t talk
or laugh
because she didn’t floss
the night before.
Her head’s a tribal totem
impaled by an iron spike.
I still want her number.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Tim Frank’s short stories have been published in Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, The Forge Literary Magazine, The Metaworker and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions. His debut chapbook is, An Advert Can Be Beautiful in the Right Shade of Death (C22 Press ’24)
Twitter: @TimFrankquill
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