(2014)
Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
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
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
I can’t wake up from this nightmar… from love, distrust and our desper… the loneliest creature; broken hom… what didn’t I do and what have you… sorry to inform you, you’re not th…
I pay no attention to the forecast… I just blend into the weather. Was it not clever to attempt to tether our pleasures together
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...
My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
As you brandish your corrosive clo… And cannons of musty dystopian dus… I’ve eyed the serpents that tangle… Determined to render my shine to r… Their sly malevolence and curious…
the animals and bugs are my though… crawling and sliding and writhing, running and screaming everywhere in every direction—wherever they w… all at once.
