desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…