popped balloons taped to the front… a twenty first birthday banner at… a living room full with one person… the low music playing won’t numb t… people invited seemed to not want…
down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear
I seek a demise From this laughable quartet of dow… The jeers and snide remarks And all the scathing looks of dist… I seek a demise
that floating lift, that marshmall… one pill and a day to a dosage on… its that certain kind of madness t… a toss of a bung away kink which c… you spoil yourself and all’s ok in…
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…
hello and goodbye fleeting words that remain, below and in eyes the whiz of static changes, awkward smiles
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…
the psychometry of your braille po… forces me to deduce from a daydrea… gun shots and noise with the stenc… sirens wail and grenades explode a… my eyes are closed as I dwell on t…
there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…
your sprawling eye has no hurrican… a gentle edge, a softer rain, that scent you wear, like cakes ba… I get pulled into your shop as I… and you stand there enticing me
I don’t feel a shred of sympathy for your plight or your fallen gra… you have cutlery in hand and a mea… as you lick the vice from the edge… twisting and turning your brain to…
you lived out your gangster fantas… through association rather than ab… you mingled with the bigger fish and your small crew grew and thriv… making money hand over fist
in truth, all good things suffer t… no bricks and mortar stands for an… though, in your heart a love will… all the pain and angst forgotten,… down through the sleek nuances of…
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering