From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,
I still know what it is to dance, I won’t discount romance, and if I like how it looks, I’ll eat it or wear it
Torus, it’s shaped like, hang on, the number is as large as the planet.
It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
It can get worse, there are hell realms. I’m misquoting someone but, I’ve heard it said:
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings… Expect from them and find an empty well. Eat less than a ghost
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,