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

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

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

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

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

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

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

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

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

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in

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