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…
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
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?”
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show