disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
