i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
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
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 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
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
