That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not

With certitude was the stove on th… as it always was, warming my feet… next I was on the floor and it flo… and then flashed to a different po… upside down

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm

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