a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
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
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
