(2013)
#NothingWar #Potential
Sidewalk prison for an innocent ro… All creatures bow to the almighty… Only the brave attempt the other s… For home is divided by the conveni… and greed of an ignorant unciviliz…
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
I have been in a thousand houses that have dining rooms that are never used. When I look into the river— My reflection is refused.
The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
Trailing off the desperate landfil… Into my very own lesser known hall… I wind mine through the wind in th… Should you happen to blow by; I’l…
Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
Means Absolutely nothing To me. Always has. Always will.
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,