From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Here in the suburb of Royalwood e… looks as it did decades ago, entro… where the deep slumber of human li… age and breed with rapidity and se… We sat out here and explored the…
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
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,
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings… Expect from them and find an empty well. Eat less than a ghost
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
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
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.
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,