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Aaron Joseph
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Poet. Writer/Professor in Dallas, Texas. CalArts MFA. Sco Ducks.
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I wish that phones didn’t tell time.
Its haunting.
That my closet companion is a constant reminder on fragmentary being.
It’s annoying.

I miss the watch.
An object married to the wrist, to the pulse.
Elegant, yet small, and precious.
Time is only a construct for productivity.
September 16, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Unrest

Child stars tour across the fly over states as hotel lobbies whisper the secrets of modernity

Dollar store art impresses abstract expressions of millionaire auctions for charity that blink between red & green lights

The air conditioning putters who websites that sell absolutely nothing.
July 31, 2025 at 3:54 AM
Connections

In an empty town, whispers intertwine in secret delights.
As the fast moving train cars,
shriek yellow ray ban insight.

As the clock rolls over past two am, the sapphire embers ignite.
Battlefields are no longer embroider in place.

Deep breathes are the never ending fight.
May 29, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Muggy weather disassociating from spring time cheers.
Long days of robots dancing at libraries.
A pizza topping of impending jeers.
We forgot to order dessert and we no longer pick razz berries.

It doesn’t matter if the smoke is as gray as morality or as white as swan lake. It just burns.
April 22, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Double Shift

A little to the right. A little to the left. Forward is relative to dolphins in the Deep Blue.

Zero gravity synchronizes with carbonation fluctuations.

A double feature always insults the first. Can you really finish last if you never started the race?
March 20, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Jolt

It tickles like a fickle spider creepin and sneekin down the left arm of the Statue of Liberty whose cards are close to the chest.

The uncertainty of cultivation celebrates on the feelin of heavy tear ducts and blood moon civil unrest.

It is very lonely head strong against the wind.
March 20, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Uneasy

The weight of economic output constrained with creative fulfillment will never balance like puke green bananas over the grocery store conveyor belt in a self check in, check out, check please line.

Please & thank you are not enough for future ambitions fizzled in and out, write or wrong.
March 15, 2025 at 11:40 PM
Representation

Knee scratches and brutal interpretations of meaningful art are always misguided endeavors when vocal cords divide us apart.

The only great man in the darkroom thinks he is so smart
Yet it is the cowardice of courage
That makes every savior think he is pure of heart.
February 25, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Hiccup

Reflux remake reimagine
Again and again
Endless thoughts circulating
Around the nexus of
Remind revise revolve

Water soothes
Air conflates
Violence jolts
Fear does nothing at all.
It is the just present.
February 19, 2025 at 7:11 AM
Frame Story

The basketball court yearns for the sweet squeaks of committed youths.

The compliment was always about face and never was in disguise.

It is hardly the instructors prerogative to understand universal truths.

It is the brows that beckons the sunlight under your eyes.
February 18, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Divergence

Creativity knows no bounds
when swashbuckled in infinite mirrors of childhood possibilities.

Tippy Taps of fur ball comforts
invoke the natural unabated
pleasantries in subtleties.

And there it is a washed in anxious awareness. Oh to be bold…
February 7, 2025 at 4:31 AM
4:00 AM

In between the delineations of symbiotic schadenfreude from animalistic instincts of icy chills combatting the warmth of blankets built for two with anticipation of passed down promises that’s where you’ll find the stranger currently breathing a deceptive sigh of relief.The stranger is I.
January 8, 2025 at 10:08 AM
Sleepless

Dew stained eyes reject the comfort of goose down blankets and pillows of smear and mellow.

Beckoning the reckoning of becoming drained of control of consciousness by automated automatons of melatonin melodies of self comfort and the obvious grade school lie of gratitude.
December 30, 2024 at 6:53 AM
Superheroes

Is the world to small for them?
It is gargantuan for us.
Infinite possibilities are intertwined with mortality.
Morality on the other foot laced with spandex is thrown out the window next to the refrigerator.
We want to believe in something more but the fallacy crumbles in the mirror
December 20, 2024 at 6:37 AM
Turning Point

Options galore
Self implore
Shaken at the core

Indecisions companion
Nervous canyons
Hesitations completely
Out of fashion
December 11, 2024 at 6:42 AM
Free Golf

Blossoms in autumn
Desire embraced erased
Fleeting full dates
November 12, 2024 at 4:45 AM
Fresh Start

With such allure
We crave to begin anew
Intentions pure
A runway for out of the box shoes

A brain chemical cure
Believing in the untrue
Nothing has changed that for sure
Is the sky really blue?
October 18, 2024 at 2:52 AM