Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart my own heart was closed if it was closed to him Maharajii said,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver

Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.