There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

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

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Good Monad, In all bad news I see how strong we are. This life confusing,

Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.

The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

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

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

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

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

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