(2014)
#EndFlowers #Petals #Relationships
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
Solemn, arcane, Shooting, exploding Into millions of pearls with the s… Eroding, diluting, The oaks are bloating!
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
The Sun; a guillotine. With its giant convex blade of lig… Slicing through my skull Eyes first At 186,282 miles per second.
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
With plains so great; the sun coul… Sanctuary blackened by the moon’s… Where only the loneliest crows dev… Before the very first palace was b… There once was a man so betwixt th…
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