mobs, causes, and (online) activism.

– brianprince

it’s still
hard to think
that people
believe everything
they read

on social media.

opinions a-flying
opinions a-sticking
this mystic cryptic
hypocrite validation.

and better yet
(or worse off)
they
share
it.

destiny

– brianprince

everything’s

always

somewhere.

The Evening Star Cut Up

– brianprince

In timely sleep
let thou fair-hair’d
anga lake speak silence.

Now, whilst the sun rests
and wash the dusk
with thy bright torch
of dost thou withdrawal;

Put on, and smile,
and then the lion glares,
smiles on our loves, and
the fleeces of our blue
curtains of the sky

THY SACRED DEW:
protect every flower as
west winds sleep on gel
of the evening,
with thy glimmering eyes,
on the mountains,
light silver.

Soon, full soon love,
thy radiant crown
in the wolf rages wide
upon our evening bed!

Through the dun forest,
while thou drawest the
flocks are cover’d with
the scatter,

thy silver dew.

Hemmed with thine influence —
shuts
its
sweet
eyes.

stars

– brianprince

he saw
way too many
stars
he was
pooped

out. lounged.
at the base
of kelso.

surrounded by
the galaxy’s
glow.

drowning in
joy.
pre-moon-rise
warmth.

surrounded by
the side
of the
moon we
don’t see.

don’t know.

shining
and
rhyming
the third
eye vision.

surrounded by
the bunny
the funny
the muse
the goat
the guardian
the wolf
the preacher
the free
the peace
the leader

surrounded by
my
own
self.

a story

only
the stars
can tell.