i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

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