i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
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
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
