Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters

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…

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.

I went for a walk through the cemetery tonight. I didn’t step over the graves— I just wandered wherever. I cried. They don’t mind.

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…

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

There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend

Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears