(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
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 saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
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
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
