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?”

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does