(2014)
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
In these moments between focus, be… in these moments between effort an… in these moments between experienc… where I want to not want, but also… I have weak footholds for what is…
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
Did you know you can get cavities in your brain? It's tired in here and the sweat dripping from all these brain cells
You think it’s fear you’re drawing… but continue to relentlessly corne… and you’ll realize fear was a guar… a mask seeking to deceive, a prelude to the seething energy o…
My mind is a million miles away fr… How’d I get all the way over here… Is there a train going back? Can I get back by 6am tomorrow mo… I gotta be in the icu,
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote
spacelessness– timelessness, nightmare awakening consciousness. Hell as anti-spacelessness, anti-timelessness.
I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
I live on the knifes edge where if I stray even a millimeter to the left I am convinced that any and every flaw
you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?
The chronic, liquefactive necrosis… Except the immortal soul carries o… with all its accumulated scars and… Whose soul is upon my life, to wei… heavily the inflammation of loneli…
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…