in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
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…
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
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
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain