when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
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
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
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
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home