(2014)
#EndFlowers #Petals #Relationships
(For when you are a man.) To my third child and second son, You may be the most inquisitive on… To answer the greatest of all conc… I love you more than fire burns.
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
Guilty suspects can easily pass Leaving their demons at the scene, Not in the system Skipping class Leaving the semen
Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
(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.
....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—
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…
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.
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.