was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear