i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

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?”

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts

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

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

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

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…