sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

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?”

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

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

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

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

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

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