From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost