if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

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

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.

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