𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱 💎⛏️💎⛏️💎

Alex Goodale

the iron farm stopped working
two days ago
a rock got stuck in the pistons and the whole thing is left mid pain suspended defense
and now
you’re in the thick of it
-137, -1236
i make my way on foot
sleep without walls
take my chances in the dark oak

i have found ravines
i have fallen
i have broken axe
splintered bones
silk spool discard
i have found myself in dungeon again
and again and again
will silver come like copper
will ancient debris still sink

the iron farm stopped working again
and the jig is up
the train will stop running
come vine come vine again

𝔓𝔢𝔱 𝔖𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱 🐍

Alex Goodale

Sturdy belonging, I need your

Heat lamp, my reptile skin

Rids me of my wrong-thoughts

I swear I’m thinking betterer

I dry heave this message in a bottle:

Come find me later

I’m not ready yet

I bury myself in a cave;

Ten thousand years of rock tomb

I feigned little urgency ‘til you

Upturn my backbone boulders

Hark the herald flock

I am your pet

This is my land

I come when you whistle

I make you proud

Alex Goodale is a writer from Los Angeles.

@agoodrose