You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

(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…

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

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

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

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…

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

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.

In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.

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

Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

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.