clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites

i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

every song smoking drinking partying with