(2013)
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…
Amazed and confused. My aura is bruised. God knows what? We are not amused. It’s almost all of a sudden.
He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
This puzzle is missing the weirdes… The eyes of the monkey. We appreciate your cooperation With our employees As they carry out their duties;
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
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…
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
In rain and sun, entrapped by deat… Through pain we run for love in ti… The world we dance within makes du… With all the light, when silver cl… I’ve trained for this a million li…
Farts of the ignoramus puff throug… Settling like a godzillian foot up… Waving at oxblockheads gumming wai… Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks… Intravenously syphoning squalid tr…
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.