he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
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
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
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
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
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
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped